(Intro)
Yeah yeah yeah...whew
A Big Murph, A Big Murph
I am backroad...ah ah ah ah
(Chorus)
I am Backroad, Street
I am Backroad, Me
Gunning for Gold, Blink
I got some goals, Me
I am Backroad, Street
I am Backroad, Me
Gunning for Gold, Blink
I got some goals, Me
(Verse 1)
Going for Gold, Jeffy....Jeffy
Flex on a hoe, Flexing...Flexing
Out the dirt like a mole accomplish my goals
That money won't fold if it's followed by O's
Account seven digits like a cellular phone
Gotta get that much or I'll always feel broke
But either way it goes I'm a always spit flows
Just to let you know one thing about goals
Do em step by step I'm a always tip toe
I'm a always smoke dro I'm a always on go (ah)
On go like a green light
Man something doesn't seem right
The game smoke and mirrors
This shit ain't what it seem like (ugh)
Got a choppa with a beam light (ugh)
When I pop it make ya lean right (ugh)
It'll smoke ya like steamed rice (ugh)
Mask up Halloween night (ya)
Mask up like Jim Carey, this shit could get scary
Stay strapped yes I carry, so please do not dare me
Got bonds like I'm Barry, these other rappers fairies, so please don't compare me (ah)
(Chorus)
I am Backroad, Street
I am Backroad, Me
Gunning for Gold, Blink
I got some goals, Me
I am Backroad, Street
I am Backroad, Me
Gunning for Gold, Blink
I got some goals, Me
(Verse 2)
Really from the back road, smoking on a Backwood
From the dirty like a backhoe, yea I'm talking bout that hood
Or should I say woods cause I ain't from the projects
Either f*cking way they was whipping with the Pyrex
All about the grind man it's all about ya mindset
All about the vision like a mother f*cking eye test
All about that cash talking money is my dialect
I'm a do numbers like a mother f*cker dialing
Rack it up stack it up whew get to piling
Add it up add it up whew now I'm styling
Big loud blunts like a T-Rex, Put em in rotation CD deck
One squeeze of the index, will keep yo ass in check
And I ain't talking bout chess boy, I'm talking hollow points in yo f*cking chest boy
And I don't mean no disrespect boy, but I'm really up next boy
Big Murph Only Make Hits, and I'm the batter on deck boy
I'm always swinging for the fence, unless I'm swinging at ya head boy
12 gauge shotty that's my pet boy, and you don't wanna see him fetch boy
Have ya running like a track meet, and that's a mother f*cking threat boy yes boy
I am Back road, I am back road
Flex on a hoe, I am Back road
(Chorus)
I am Backroad, Street
I am Backroad, Me
Gunning for Gold, Blink
I got some goals, Me
I am Backroad, Street
I am Backroad, Me
Gunning for Gold, Blink
I got some goals, Me