Sant413 - Hell And Back

Yo
Listen, this is for my people that's no longer livin'
And for all my homies up in prison, free them out them cells
Shit, I remember all them days we used to hug the block
Now, every night, I'm praying that nobody I know, go to jail
Because I know if it's my squad, they gon' never fold
I gotta billion stories that I never told
I know if I sell a million records, Ya gon' want me talkin' reckless
But I got some things, I'll never tell a soul
And I put that on the code, I stay solid wit my team
Cause we comin' from a city where everything ain't what it seem
Yo, to be honest wit you, ain't nobody made it out
That's why I been on mission out here, following my dreams
Back when I was seventeen, mama kicked me out the crib
I was callin' up the homies, I ain't have nowhere to live
Until I hit the plug and he blessed me wit a pack
Man, the night I graduated, I was sleepin' in the trap
Lord knows, I been through hell and back
And I done did it all, so I could make that money stack
Shit, I been out here on my own for a long time, a long time
Lord knows, I been through hell and back, that's a fact
Lord knows, I been through hell and back
And I done did it all, so I could make that money stack
Shit, I been out here on my own for a long time, a long time
Lord knows, I been through hell and back
Hell and back, that's a fact
Listen
I spit that trauma shit, me and my conglomerate
Used to be anonymous, we was rockin' designer shit
Cause that's a status symbol, when you come up in the slum
But now, I try to only wear shit, if it's comin' where I'm from
Salute to all the hustlas and all the entrepreneurs
That's breakin' generational curses and opening doors
What you gotta understand is we coming from broken homes
Now, we doin' shit, no one up in our family did before
All them years that I was poor, it only gave me this hunger
That's why I'm gettin' it now, shit I ain't gettin' any younger
And 'til the day that god feel like callin' my number
I'm goin' harder than Westbrook, back when he played wit the thunder
I grew up in the jungle, sometimes it makes me wonder
How I made it out alive, when so many people died
Swan sent the beat and it brought some tears to my eyes
Thinkin' bout all the shit that I've survived
Lord knows, I been through hell and back
And I done did it all, so I could make that money stack
Shit, I been out here on my own for a long time, a long time
Lord knows, I been through hell and back, hell and back
Lord knows, I been through hell and back
And I done did it all, so I could make that money stack
Shit, I been out here on my own for a long time, a long time
Lord knows, I been through hell and back, hell and back
That's a fact
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Written by:
Alexander Santana

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