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    7-1-3 / Lyrics

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    "In My Backyard" Lyrics

    7-1-3

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    [Yung Redd]
    Yeah, take a look into my backyard
    Where there ain't no way out, and niggas want to 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, mosquitoes 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

    [Chorus]
    Oh 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

    [Chorus]

    [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

    [Chorus]
    This song was submitted on December 22nd, 2013 and last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Ultra Tunes.
    Written by Christopher Gallien, Estil Hobbs, Young Redd, Anthony Sears.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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