Backyard

Man I've been looking for better days
 And the way imma get em' is pen to page
 What good is the journey if you don't learn
 I keep it buck like a dollar bill
 I stay near Atlanta, I'm tryna' brave
 No bank on homie, I cut to chase
 A moment of silence for playing games
 The back of my yard be my happy place
 Anyway
 I stay barred up like it's Alcatraz
 But that ain't gone pay my bills
 Light going under radars still
 I feel like my pain is real
 Hold sentiments close that's real
 Reality check tryna' break that seal
 All I wanna do is heal
 And I ain't gotta prove no kills
 Cept' the mic in the bag
 Cuz' the flu in the flow too real
 Despite that, I know how the low-lows feel
 When the devil threw a rope to me, I was like no no deal
 Man you gotta take those jabs cuz' the blows gone heal
 The light never fades and the codes gonna' break
 And the banks gonna' grow, from the labors of love
 When the promo wheels off
 I'm in my backyard tryna' get right though
 All of my pain and my wrongs you know that I write those
 Sleight of hand with the pen, I'm dodgin' arthritis
 Play all my chips, I might just
 Sick of all these paystubs
 I'm tryna' get my weight up
 You know I bring the flava'
 This youth I'm tryna' savor
 That paper gotta save up
 Tryna' build my fort, no fader
 You sleep, you get a wake up
 Man I've been looking for better days
 And the way imma get em' is pen to page
 What good is the journey if you don't learn
 I keep it buck like a dollar bill
 I stay near Atlanta, I'm tryna' brave
 No bank on homie, I cut to chase
 A moment of silence for playing games
 The back of my yard be my happy place
 Anyway
 I can't slow down, no stop signs here
 I don't yield to bullshit to pass my ears
 Yellow light when I'm riding right through my fears
 Shoutout Kenny Beats, I ain't tryna' overthink shit
 Gotta raise the bar like way past decent
 No subpar
 With me you'll find a real lack of the gun bars
 But I still let it rip on the beat, that's the fun part
 So Killgrave with it, let you know to put the gun down
 Lotta these niggas wanna rumble with the guns now
 On do not disturb mode in my backyard
 And I'm schooling all these boys like it's that part
 And it ain't that hard
 I could teach you something
 But you ain't ready for it
 This pen could burn a forest