[Intro – haunting vocal sample looped in beat] (ahhh–ahhh... ohhh... high pitched, airy, layered with reverb) Yeah… 6. Back to the yard. Hah. Listen. [Hook – AYO6, UK Drill flow] Back to the yard, that’s base (base) Touch road, then I vanish, no trace (no) High block views with a London face (woo) But I move like NY when I shift that pace (skrrt) Back to the yard, that’s home (home) Trapline ring, but I switch my phone (brap) Gyal on my arm, but I roll alone (yeah) If it ain’t ‘bout fam, better mind that tone [Verse 1 – UK drill bounce] Gyal sing high on the sample, haunting (woo) 808 slide, man’s stompin’ (boom) Opps talk loud, but they dodgin’ (nah) I just stack notes, keep countin’ Yard man roots with the London slang Outside ends, still wave my hand See man lurk, but they move like fans Whole block jump when I lift that plan [Switch – NY Drill cadence, more aggressive delivery] Talk tough, but the proof ain’t there (nah) I been OT with the truth, no fear (grrt bow) Slide with the team, that’s fam, that’s clear Six figure dreams, I make that near She want yard vibes, curry with rice But I live both sides, wrong and right Ten toes down when I walk at night Drill in my blood, can’t change my life (grrt bow, bow) [Hook – with high octane sped vocal sample echoing in background] Back to the yard, that’s base (base) Touch road, then I vanish, no trace (woo) High block views with a London face (yeah) But I move like NY when I shift that pace (skrrt) Back to the yard, that’s home (home) Trapline ring, but I switch my phone (brrp) Gyal on my arm, but I roll alone (woo) If it ain’t ‘bout fam, better mind that tone [Verse 2 – melodic drill hybrid] Penthouse flats or council blocks Same mindset, I can’t be stopped Yard is peace, but the roads still hot NY drill flow when the bassline drop Pitch shift vocals, angels cryin’ But the 808s still sound like sirens Two worlds meet, still I keep on ridin’ UK born, but the states keep signin’ [Bridge – spoken with beat break & sped sample pitched higher] Back to the yard… That’s roots, that’s code, that’s family. You can’t take man out the block… But you can’t take the block out of man. [Final Hook – layered ad-libs + high octane sample soaring] Back to the yard, that’s base (base) Touch road, then I vanish, no trace (woo) High block views with a London face (London) But I move like NY when I shift that pace (skrrt) Back to the yard, that’s home (home) Trapline ring, but I switch my phone (brrp) Gyal on my arm, but I roll alone If it ain’t ‘bout fam, better mind that tone [Outro – female sample fades out hauntingly] (ahhh–ahhh... ohhh... ahhh...) 6. Yard. Done.
