hell&back Lyrics

I been trekking up that mountain, still ain't get nowhere

Golden child from California, grew up with them Bears

You always lie, you don't take risks; I'm playing truth or dare

Sometimes in life, you gon get kicked; who told you shit was fair?

Keep yo ten cents to yoself, I'm tryna get a mil

It's crazy fuckin up the same stores I used to steal

All fifty sushi roll, color Benadryl

You ain't who you think you are, I know it's hard to eat that pill

Don't bite the hand that feeds you; I might as well sign yo checks

I jus turned some fine shit up, but I'm jus tryna spite my ex

Remember I was tryna hang on the rim, nowadays we cuttin the net

Ima set my feet and line it up, I'm hitting that shot like Steph

Three.5 of Hawaiian Runtz, Arco; I'ma fill my tank

Gametime, I'm shootin like Melo; Darko, we know you gon clank

Hemp ramp, this ain't no rello, either way it's still gon stank

I ain't got no time to waste

I ain't got no time to wait

I ain't got no time to play

I ain't got the time of day

This watch gon shine today, couldn't tell ya the time of day

If I'm rappin, it's cash every time, like Kobe fallaway

Donating my old shit straight to Saver's, I'm giving the mall away

Home field, ball like Ford Field, keep it Focused

I been known to keep it so real, can't be bogus

We know he don't ever keep it real, he's a whole bitch

Putting on for my team til I'm in that casket and they close it #victory

Sign that dotted line for all the times that they crossed it

I been on my grind, I feel like Eric Koston

If I like, I buy, I don't mind what the cost is

She gon hit my line, I decline, she's exhausting

You can tell I been thru hell&back, Tavon Austin

Swear that Bentley coupe with paper tags look so flawless

Skating on the beat, hat to the back, hitting nollies

Pullin up to Spelman, bouta turn that bitch to Follies

Check my phone, I open twitter, she tryna diss me

In that water with them Gators like I'm Chris Leak

I was making wishes on them stars like it's Disney

Minute Maid; I got the juice, to put it Simply

You won't miss me when I'm gone, so why would I miss you?

Them pink fifties my alarm, so why would I hit snooze?

If I open up this blunt, it look strong as Terry Crews

We know he ain't got no funds, you act like it's breaking news

Uh huh

Let you take your wildest guess what's in my cup

Suffering the side effects of fucked up love

Fell down when I tried again, it's just my luck

No heartbeat in my chest, just the smoke in my lungs

Three + 10 shots deep, I'm done

How could you leave me for him? he's a #chump

Holier than thou, spread my wings like a dove

I just hope my loved ones can see me from above

Jus thought I'd let you know

It's a cold world, gotta let it snow

Jus the way it is, jus the way it goes

Jus The Way It Is, '05 Keyshia Cole

Need them hunnids royal blue, but I'm wearing pantone

Spoke to the devil n spoke to you, it's like the same tone

Uh, uh, uh, uhhh, it's the same tone

Uh, uh, uh, uhhh, where yo halo?

I'm on the edge of glory

And I'm hangin' on a moment of truth

Out on the edge of glory

And I'm hangin' on a moment with you

I'm on the edge

The edge, the edge, the edge

The edge, the edge, the edge

I'm on the edge of glory

And I'm hangin' on a moment with you