(feat. Yung Redd)



[Yung Redd]

Yeah, take a look into my backyard

Where there ain't no way out, and niggas wanna act hard

Watch your friends, some turn to fakers

That's why I smoke green acres

Get your paper, look around the world is violent

I, do my dirt and move in silence

Come on, you seen them capture, heard them sirens

Just come outside, boys are fighting

Yet the, grass is green, mosquitos biting

So I grabbed a pencil, and started writing

About the the shit we seen, the shit we did

And how we live, just growing up as a kid

Down in Houston Texas, its hot as hell

I know its hard to gain, easy to fail

Now days, anything might send you to jail

Take note, this is show and tell, in my backyard



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Ooh I never thought, that it would be this way

Living in the ghetto

Who would of thought that I could make a change

All I ever wanted, was to make it out this game

Living in the ghetto

I kept on trying until I found my way, my way



[Yung Redd]

From the porch to the street, from the street to the sto'

From the sto' to the corner, where a nigga sold dope

Put it together, this left niggas with no hope

But it seemed to twerk the block, work or stay broke

Oh no, back then money was slow

Wasn't cool to be bold, believe it I know

Wasn't no field of dreams, couldn't get no sleep

When cops popped the pistols, in the street

Now let's see, the ghetto's been shooting at me

Tell me to freeze, before I can stash my cheese

Some of us get caught, some make it out

Day in and day out, on a paper route



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[Yung Redd]

Waking up with the roosters, can't do what I use to

Like wasting time, fucking with losers

This is what goes on, way down here

Tell it like it is, we stay round here

All my niggas, get paid round here

Sometimes, people get sprayed round here

Hey, days and nights, nights and days

I use to dream of ways, to get paid

So now I'm, looking around to see what's shaking

Opportunity knocked, but my spot was vacant

Boys on the country, locked up for hustling

Game over, we just got time for nothing

You might see niggas yelling, always fussing

Around the way, this what happens everyday

So just put up your guards, times is hard

Live from the backyard, from the backyard



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