Hell And Back

Intro: | Walk a mile in my Chucks, see where you end up You can tell 'em that I've been through hell and back Hook: Kid Ink x2 You can tell 'em that I've been from hell and back When the heat is on, I fire back In this cold world, where your lighters at Let's burn it down, f-f-fire back verse 1: Kid Ink Uh, let’s burn it down, underrated Could never say I was underground Maybe a little misunderstood when I’m just riding round In all lanes, like OJ Doing big things, no small change We ain’t going nowhere like wine stains You see me with the arsenal Welcome to the arson show Alumni, lace up, don’t trip, I got it, bro Sold out in my city, overseas in your state Wore double X-L white T’s as a freshman To the XXL 2012 freshman Damn, I rose up, in the front like Rosa It’s been a roller coaster, now I’m ridin' in a Rover See the camera’s out, but you gotta stay focused They expose us, but it’s still so much I swear that y'all don’t no-tice man You could tell 'em that I’ve been through hell and back But I’m home, yeah, took a long time getting here But I’m finally in my zone So gone off that loud you can hear in my tone Put your lighters in the air Let’s start a firestorm Hook: Kid Ink x2 You can tell 'em that I've been from hell and back When the heat is on, I fire back In this cold world, where your lighters at Let's burn it down, f-f-fire back verse 2: Machine Gun Kelly As we bow our heads Amen, praise God for everyone That made it out of dark like caveman And is this my moment? Shit, cause I’ve been waiting Came in the game the least favorite Made it through rain, now it’s haling I’m just saying Hell and back ain’t no trip for me Please Satan don’t hold me back God said this ain’t it for me But these haters done got me trapped CM (I swear to God y'all can't see me, motherfucker) EB Shit and it’s these haters that got me strapped Paranoid 'bout my friends cause these favors done got me jack Consequence of all the misdemeanors That I was willing to do to get some rougher ends Until the cops (Woop, woop) Then I’d hop the fence and steal me an old school like Das EFX Another call collect and it's sad cause Those are friends that you grew with Telling me they knew that I’d make it Now you got the chance to go prove it, gone Pay stubs, cold cash Work this and I sold that Wrote this in my note pad and spilled more ink than my whole tat Spill blood on that stage, uh I’m the truth and they know that Critics lie but these numbers don’t Say hello to this gold plaque, it’s Kells Hook: Kid Ink x2 You can tell 'em that I've been from hell and back When the heat is on, I fire back In this cold world, where your lighters at Let's burn it down, f-f-fire back Outro |