Letras
Chorus
Too much smokes in the air, I'ma need me a Backwood
I recline this chair, I can only see backwards
Came from the raah, Shottas, and mad crooks
You know we drank 40 oz and we roll Backwoods
Too much smokes in the air, I'ma need me a Backwood
I recline this chair, I can only see backwards (Yeah, yeah)
Came from the raah, Shottas, and mad crooks
You know we drank 40 oz and we roll Backwoods, you feel me? (Two mane)
Verse 1
I told Uncle that I ain't tryna loop what he gone through
A good man, but in '03, got hit with Sgt jamu
He hit the pin in the higher ways up North where the gangs blew
He say when you sit for a minute, home won't remain the same view
But my thought was, all is los', friends die, I'm feelin' distanced
Hoes turned, they point to the exit while blowin' kisses
The bros arrogant and smug, 'cause they still stuck in the trenches
You find loyalty easily, I know, it's just where we miss it
Lately in the night, I light a swisha and take a sip
Think I'd rather still be a player instead of a coach wit' a dip
Still better off out the hood instead bein' stooped wit' a stick
Maybe these boys could love me better 'stead than makin' me rich
Girl told me I gotta leave whenever she test the hand
Say she met me like, ""Who be testin'?""
But, I still took her, ""Wo, like a weatherman (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Or if I twin the Commandments, she could buy forever, amen
I guess I'm hardheaded, but who can say what love really is?
Chorus
Too much smokes in the air, I'ma need me a Backwood
I recline this chair, I can only see backwards
Came from the raah, Shottas, and mad crooks
You know we drank 40 oz and we roll Backwoods
Too much smokes in the air, I'ma need me a Backwood
I recline this chair
Verse
Underrated, overlooked
My enemies are pockets big, I'm tryin' to overcook
I'm the slickest in the thread, I'm tryna sew the book
I ain't Piru but blazin' trees mocking the Hook (Mocking the hook)