Backyard Video (MV)

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