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[Produced by O.Z & SykSense]

[Intro]
(Sounds of chips being eaten)
'Aight play the shit
Yuh, yuh, yuh

[Verse 1]
Am
Gon' grab that fifth, grab that eighth
                                                 F
Got what you need, blow that dope, don't get too high
                                  Dm
From the Third Coast to the West Coast, come take this ride
Am                            F
Let me tell the tale of how Jacques turned Scott
Dm
Over one lost trip to the sky
Am                               F
Let me tell the tale cause you told the tale
Dm
When you said I could make it this high
Am
Who knew? God dammit who knew?
F               Am                 F                  Dm
The grass ain't greener on the other side, it's just blue
                   Am                F
You can really identify when you lookin' in your eyes
              Dm
You ready to ride, that's true
           Am                   F
When they look in my eyes, they see that real
Dm
How Scotty entired that juice
  Am
Had my back against that wall
  F                   Dm
Every summer felt so cold
                Am
My daddy ain't comin' home 'til fall
               F           Dm
That's why my pimp game so moist
          Am
Had that du-rag and all
       F                     Dm
Had a 20 year old bitch in high school
             Am
Wasn't no tellin' what Travy might do
         F                  Dm
On the south side of that HOU
              Am
Hollup, let's take it back to that room
   F                   Dm
No car but still had drive
          Am
Just a hundred niggas standin' outside
            F               Dm
Life's a beach with lot of sand on the lot
     Am
I'ma ride for all of my niggas
         F                 Dm
They forever here by my side
             Am
It was just 8 niggas in a two bedroom
    F                        Dm
No leg room, that was last June, yeah yeah


[Refrain]
             Am      F
Yeah yeah forreal         
             Dm   Am                         F
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout me, nigga
Dm                               Am    F
Let it be known, yeah it's that real
Dm         Am      F Dm
Yeah yeah forreal
   Am F Dm
Forreal
                  Am                         F            Dm
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout
           Am                F                      Dm
We them niggas everybody talkin' 'bout, it's that real
         Am   F Dm
Yeah, forreal


[Hook]
   Bm          Am
Backyard, we chillin'
    Bm                   Am
Backyard, we drinkin', smokin'
      Bm                Am
Homie brought out the liquor
     Bm                Am
Backyard, we gettin' high
     Bm              Am
Back-backyard, we chillin'
    Bm          Am
Back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'
     Bm          Am
Back-backyard, we gettin' high
  Bm            Am
Backyard, we chillin'
    Bm                    Am
Backyard, we drinkin', smokin'
          Bm             Am
Homie brought out the liquor
    Bm                 Am
Backyard, we gettin' high
       Bm              Am
Back-backyard, we chillin'
       Bm           Am
Back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'
        Bm           Am
Back-backyard, we gettin' high

[Verse 2]
  Am                                  F
Verses, one day you'll find your purpose
          Dm                        Am
Now my show's packed out like churches
                             F            Dm
Fans never missin' out a word on the verses
                         Am
Never sit around, just workin', it was worth it
              F           Dm
That's for certain, I deserve it
  Am                      F          Dm
Lord knows we don't get tired, did more dirt than a derby
  Am
Momma worked for AT&T and we still ain't get that service
     Am                             F                   Dm
She stayed in/out the hospital, you know that made me nervous
   Am                                 F                   Dm
Still step out the house to smell so fresh, fresh like detergent
       Am                         F                        Dm
If a bitch don't want me, don't need them still got my Jergens
                             Am   F     Dm
And bitch you can keep them herpes, go alert me
      Am,                F                   Dm
No house light on, cop light on, fuck this journey
    Am               F     Dm    Am
You heard me, you heard me, now swervin', hittin' curbs
          F                   Dm
And my nigga, my nigga came home so it just got real

[Refrain]
             Am      F
Yeah yeah forreal         
             Dm   Am                         F
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout me, nigga
Dm                               Am    F
Let it be known, yeah it's that real
Dm         Am      F Dm
Yeah yeah forreal
   Am F Dm
Forreal
                  Am                         F            Dm
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout
           Am                F                      Dm
We them niggas everybody talkin' 'bout, it's that real
         Am   F Dm
Yeah, forreal

[Hook]
   Bm          Am
Backyard, we chillin'
    Bm                   Am
Backyard, we drinkin', smokin'
      Bm                Am
Homie brought out the liquor
     Bm                Am
Backyard, we gettin' high
     Bm              Am
Back-backyard, we chillin'
    Bm          Am
Back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'
     Bm          Am
Back-backyard, we gettin' high
  Bm            Am
Backyard, we chillin'
    Bm                    Am
Backyard, we drinkin', smokin'
          Bm             Am
Homie brought out the liquor
    Bm                 Am
Backyard, we gettin' high
       Bm              Am
Back-backyard, we chillin'
       Bm           Am
Back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'
        Bm           Am
Back-backyard, we gettin' high

            
            
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