Dog In A Yard Full Of Birds

[Intro]
Yeah
J-R
Realist that I know, huh
Listen
[Verse 1]
My brother got scars that the camera can't see
Earned every stripe, never begged, never plead
Whole block vouch when they mention his name
He ain't chase clout, clout came to his lane
Sharing his plate when the fridge had frost
Still gave half when we both took loss
Never switched sides, even when it got hot
Even when it meant both of us might drop
[Chorus]
My dog in a yard full of birds (grrr)
He the only one grounded on earth (yeah)
Whole life showed me love like blood
Stand firm when the rest just run
Real talk, that's my dog, that's my dog (that's my dog)
Real talk, that's my dog, that's my dog
He don't bark, he bite through the hurt
My dog in a yard full of birds
[Verse 2]
He was outside when the world turned cold
Hands in the dirt, still kept his soul
Never threw dirt on a name for a play
He would rather go broke than betray
He was there when the world moved fake
Put the weight on his back so my spine don't break
He the one that the streets still respect
He the one that I die for, no regret
[Chorus]
My dog in a yard full of birds (woah)
He the only one grounded on earth (yeah)
Whole life showed me love like blood
Stand firm when the rest just run
Real talk, that's my dog, that's my dog (that's my dog)
Real talk, that's my dog, that's my dog
He don't bark, he bite through the hurt
My dog in a yard full of birds
[Bridge]
If it's war, he beside me, not behind me (never)
If I fall, he gon' fight the ones who tried me (rah)
If I rise, he refuse to let it blind me
That's my brother, ain't a thing you can buy me
[Chorus]
My dog in a yard full of birds
He the only one grounded on earth
Whole life showed me love like blood
Stand firm when the rest just run
Real talk, that's my dog, that's my dog
Real talk, that's my dog, that's my dog
He don't bark, he bite through the hurt
My dog in a yard full of birds

rap, Aggressive street rap with male vocals, dark trap percussion, and tense orchestral stabs. Verses stay in a tight, snarling pocket with distorted 808s and short, choked hi-hats; hook explodes with layered gang shouts, pitched vocal chops, and a heavy, swung kick. Energy ramps from coiled rage in the verse to full-throated aggression in the chorus, then cuts out for a stark, spoken-style bridge over a low droning bass before slamming back in.