Hell n Back
I been through hell n back
But that didn't stop me look hell I'm back
Like Meshach with no residue
That's how a soldier do
You fall down you get back up dust off put back on ya boots
Chyna Whyte got these homies bout to bite their nails
I come through shake them down and calibrate their scales
I'm a down south chic raised on butter and grits
And I'm bout my hustle bout to get all I can get
Cuz I ain't trying to work for 5.50 at Jack in the Box
I was raised by homie that kept crack in his socks
Water in pots I'm like mom my daddy don't cook
No eating at the table no fairy tale books
He played football with me and taught me to box
Told me bump Barbie doll homie bought me 2Pac
He told me don't ask nobody for shhhhh
He showed me how shoot dice and put bullets in clips
Trained me lethal to me to keep 2 nines ready to bust
But on the real you know what's hard a homie struggling with lust
And fighting with sin the ways of this world entice me
But bump the world homie the devil don't like me
I been through hell n back
But that didn't stop me look hell I'm back
Like Meshach with no residue
That's how a soldier do
You fall down you get back up dust off put back on ya boots
I struggle everyday trying to change my life
My soul waiting for a chance to spill
Just 2 quarts of my pain ah leave ya whole body looking for drugs
All my homies searching for love come on cry with me
Write ya burdens in the sky with Lord help us
Cuz in these streets these boys dying swiftly
Death tried to steal my soul but it couldn't get me
Deep in the valley Lord you walked with me
Said you'll wouldn't leave me
When everything failed you wouldn't fail me
They locked me up but they couldn't jail me
I ain't looking for fame
Not even ah mill could take away all this strain
Why lose my soul when ain't nothing I'm gon gain
When them tears falling what you gon run to the bank
Doctor tell you, you gon die how many lives you gon buy
I'm gon tell you this for certain there two deaths you gon die
My spirit and flesh they go to war but only one gon survive
I been through hell n back
But that didn't stop me look hell I'm back
Like Meshach with no residue
That's how a soldier do
You fall down you get back up dust off put back on ya boots
But that didn't stop me look hell I'm back
Like Meshach with no residue
That's how a soldier do
You fall down you get back up dust off put back on ya boots
Chyna Whyte got these homies bout to bite their nails
I come through shake them down and calibrate their scales
I'm a down south chic raised on butter and grits
And I'm bout my hustle bout to get all I can get
Cuz I ain't trying to work for 5.50 at Jack in the Box
I was raised by homie that kept crack in his socks
Water in pots I'm like mom my daddy don't cook
No eating at the table no fairy tale books
He played football with me and taught me to box
Told me bump Barbie doll homie bought me 2Pac
He told me don't ask nobody for shhhhh
He showed me how shoot dice and put bullets in clips
Trained me lethal to me to keep 2 nines ready to bust
But on the real you know what's hard a homie struggling with lust
And fighting with sin the ways of this world entice me
But bump the world homie the devil don't like me
I been through hell n back
But that didn't stop me look hell I'm back
Like Meshach with no residue
That's how a soldier do
You fall down you get back up dust off put back on ya boots
I struggle everyday trying to change my life
My soul waiting for a chance to spill
Just 2 quarts of my pain ah leave ya whole body looking for drugs
All my homies searching for love come on cry with me
Write ya burdens in the sky with Lord help us
Cuz in these streets these boys dying swiftly
Death tried to steal my soul but it couldn't get me
Deep in the valley Lord you walked with me
Said you'll wouldn't leave me
When everything failed you wouldn't fail me
They locked me up but they couldn't jail me
I ain't looking for fame
Not even ah mill could take away all this strain
Why lose my soul when ain't nothing I'm gon gain
When them tears falling what you gon run to the bank
Doctor tell you, you gon die how many lives you gon buy
I'm gon tell you this for certain there two deaths you gon die
My spirit and flesh they go to war but only one gon survive
I been through hell n back
But that didn't stop me look hell I'm back
Like Meshach with no residue
That's how a soldier do
You fall down you get back up dust off put back on ya boots
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Writer(s): Stephanie C Martin, Dane Elias Scott
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