They Playing Soccer In My Backyard Lyrics Kanye West

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They Playing Soccer In My Backyard Lyrics Kanye West sung by Kanye West ft. Fivio Foreign & Playboi Carti from the album Donda represents the English Music Ensemble. The name of the song is Off the Grid.

They Playing Soccer In My Backyard Lyrics Kanye West

[Intro: Kanye West & Playboi Carti]
What? Yeah
Boy (What?)

[Chorus: Kanye West]
We off the grid, grid, grid
This for my kid, kid, kid, kid
For when my kid’s kid kids have kids
Everything we did for the crib

[Verse 1: Kanye West & Playboi Carti]
Everything we did, how we live (What?)
All this smoke got a scent
All that smoke kept us in (What?)
Everything I spoke, what I meant (Ah)
Never disguise my intent, lines outside the event
Brought my life out the trench
God, thank God, look what He did, did, did, did, did, did, did, did
We off the grid, grid, grid, grid, grid (Ayy)
What?
We off the grid, grid, grid, grid

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti & Kanye West]
I’m off the grid (Homicide, homicide, what?)
I got tats on my ribs (Uh-ah), tattoos on my ribs (What?)
I just talked to my kid, Onyx (Slatt)
I just threw twenty, count it, wе was at Onyx (Uh-ah, what?)
I just bought me some brand new clothеs, Dover Street Market (Givenchy)
Ayy, we just took the route to Charlotte (Yeah, ah, what? Yeah)
I’m in the Rolls-Royce [freak]in’ on—what you call it? (Yeah, yeah)
I light the opp blunt and let your [bench] try it (Ah)
Uh, I’m off the grid and wanna [freak]in’ die (What?)

[Chorus: Kanye West]
We off the grid, grid, grid, grid
This for my kid, kid, kid, kid
Everything we did for the crib did here
[?] on this trip
Going cray [?] with these sticks
Been lit since ’76
We scream this then
We off the grid, grid, grid, grid

[Verse 3: Fivio Foreign]
Yeah, look, when I was in jail, I was lowkey (Uh)
Shout out to supporters that wrote me
Eat food, work out, then he go sleep
You know I’m prayin’, he carryin’ both feet (Yeah)
Niggas know we got God with us (God with us)
They look at me and see a God figure (Uh)
And when I start vibin’, I know that He with me
And I’ma always catch a hard shiver (Uh)
I know it’s demons in that dark liquor (Uh)
We buy a bottle and squash with ya (Uh)
Everybody turn into a harsh [bruh]
But my pockets bigger and my heart richer (Uh)
My mind smarter, my grind harder
And my car quicker (Skrr)
I met her in church, she pray for me
She my God-sisters, she my God-sister
I’m only trustin’ the people I keep close
Niggas sellin’ they soul for a repost
Remember when I was broke, wearin’ cheap coats
Now it’s diamonds and houses and c-notes (Uh)
[bruh], I’m feelin’ marvelous (I’m feelin’ marvelous)
Who let the monster loose? (Who let the monster loose?)
They call me a product of my environment (Uh)
I tell them “Nah, I’m what God-produced” (Bow)
Defense good, and them guards can shoot (Bow)
I put ’em on you, it get hard to move
Tattoo in my face is the mark of truth
Gotta watch what you say when they market you (Yeah)
I already predicted this (I already predicted this)
Y’all only witnessed it (Y’all only witnessed it)
Look, got a couple old friends that I’m not really clickin’ with
I know they pray that we settle our differences
I pray that they lower all my niggas sentences
I got some demons I’m not even dealin’ with
They in they feelings, I’m not really feelin’ it
And I know some members that gave back they membership
[bruh], you switched up (huh), like how you not feelin’ me
Look, I act like I care, but I don’t really care
Now I live in a new buildin’ with amenities
I got a new ceiling with a chimney
I got a few niggas wanna finish me
I don’t get too friendly with the enemy
You gotta move different, when you in the industry, woo, yeah

[Bridge: Fivio Foreign]
You gotta move different, when you in the industry, ha
You gotta move different, when you in the, look

[Verse 4: Fivio Foreign]
God blessed me with amazing grace (Uh)
She fell in love with my day to day (Uh)
I just want my problems to fade away (Uh)
Man, I’m tired of niggas, I need Gatorade
Boy, I got on my feet and I made a name
And I made it a necklace, huh
When you from the bottom and you workin’ hard
Just to get the top, then they gotta respect it
If you got a voice, then you gotta project it
If you got a wrong, then you gotta correct it
If you got a name, then you gotta protect it
If you give me shock, then you gotta electrics
Tryna live a new life, so I got a new plan that I gotta finesse with (Look, yeah)
‘Cause they want me to lose, they ain’t part of the Woos
I been tryin’ so hard not to move reckless

[Chorus: Kanye West & Playboi Carti]
We off the grid, grid, grid, grid
This for my kid, kid, kid, kid
Everything we did for the crib did here
[?] on this trip
Going cray [?] with these sticks (Ah)
Been lit since ’76
We scream this then
Change his-his-history
Niggas trip, trip, trip, this, this
This, this, this, this
You still on this [?]
I’m off the grid, grid, grid, grid
Off the grid, grid, grid, grid

[Outro: Kanye West]
(Grid, grid, grid, grid)
We off the grid, grid, grid, grid

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