Intro
(Sounds of chips being eaten)
'Aight play the shit
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Verse 1Am
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
AmF
Let me tell the tale of how Jacques turned Scott
Dm
Over one lost trip to the sky
AmF
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?
FAmFDm
The grass ain't greener on the other side, it's just blue
AmF
You can really identify when you lookin' in your eyes
Dm
You ready to ride, that's true
AmF
When they look in my eyes, they see that real
Dm
How Scotty entired that juice
Am
Had my back against that wall
FDm
Every summer felt so cold
Am
My daddy ain't comin' home 'til fall
FDm
That's why my pimp game so moist
Am
Had that du-rag and all
FDm
Had a 20 year old bitch in high school
Am
Wasn't no tellin' what Travy might do
FDm
On the south side of that HOU
Am
Hollup, let's take it back to that room
FDm
No car but still had drive
Am
Just a hundred niggas standin' outside
FDm
Life's a beach with lot of sand on the lot
Am
I'ma ride for all of my niggas
FDm
They forever here by my side
Am
It was just 8 niggas in a two bedroom
FDm
No leg room, that was last June, yeah yeah
[Refrain]
AmF
Yeah yeah forreal
DmAmF
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout me, nigga
DmAmF
Let it be known, yeah it's that real
DmAmFDm
Yeah yeah forreal
AmFDm
Forreal
AmFDm
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout
AmFDm
We them niggas everybody talkin' 'bout, it's that real
AmFDm
Yeah, forreal
[Hook]
BmAm
Backyard, we chillin'
BmAm
Backyard, we drinkin', smokin'
BmAm
Homie brought out the liquor
BmAm
Backyard, we gettin' high
BmAm
Back-backyard, we chillin'
BmAm
Back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'
BmAm
Back-backyard, we gettin' high
BmAm
Backyard, we chillin'
BmAm
Backyard, we drinkin', smokin'
BmAm
Homie brought out the liquor
BmAm
Backyard, we gettin' high
BmAm
Back-backyard, we chillin'
BmAm
Back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'
BmAm
Back-backyard, we gettin' high
Verse 2AmF
Verses, one day you'll find your purpose
DmAm
Now my show's packed out like churches
FDm
Fans never missin' out a word on the verses
Am
Never sit around, just workin', it was worth it
FDm
That's for certain, I deserve it
AmFDm
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
AmFDm
She stayed in/out the hospital, you know that made me nervous
AmFDm
Still step out the house to smell so fresh, fresh like detergent
AmFDm
If a bitch don't want me, don't need them still got my Jergens
AmFDm
And bitch you can keep them herpes, go alert me
Am, FDm
No house light on, cop light on, fuck this journey
AmFDmAm
You heard me, you heard me, now swervin', hittin' curbs
FDm
And my nigga, my nigga came home so it just got real
[Refrain]
AmF
Yeah yeah forreal
DmAmF
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout me, nigga
DmAmF
Let it be known, yeah it's that real
DmAmFDm
Yeah yeah forreal
AmFDm
Forreal
AmFDm
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout if they ain't talkin' 'bout
AmFDm
We them niggas everybody talkin' 'bout, it's that real
AmFDm
Yeah, forreal
[Hook]
BmAm
Backyard, we chillin'
BmAm
Backyard, we drinkin', smokin'
BmAm
Homie brought out the liquor
BmAm
Backyard, we gettin' high
BmAm
Back-backyard, we chillin'
BmAm
Back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'
BmAm
Back-backyard, we gettin' high
BmAm
Backyard, we chillin'
BmAm
Backyard, we drinkin', smokin'
BmAm
Homie brought out the liquor
BmAm
Backyard, we gettin' high
BmAm
Back-backyard, we chillin'
BmAm
Back-backyard, we smokin', drinkin'
BmAm
Back-backyard, we gettin' high
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.