[Chorus 2x:]You, You, You can tell em' that
I've been from hell & 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 ridin' round
In all lanes like OJ
Doin' big things, no small change
We ain’t goin' nowhere like wine stains
You see me with the Austin on
Welcome to the Austin show
Alumni, lace up, don’t trip, I got it bro!
Sold out in my city, overseas and your state
Wore XXL white T's expression to the XXL twenty twelve 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, bitch you gotta stay focused
They expose us, but it’s still so much
I swear that y'all don’t notice man!
You can tell em' that I’ve been through hell and back
But I’m home, yeah took a little time getting here
But I’m finally in my zone
So gone off that lounge, you can hear it in my tone
Put your lighters in the air
Let’s start a fire storm!
[Chorus:]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
Just burn it down
f,f, fire back
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: MGK](As we bow our heads)
Amen, praise God for everyone
Who made it out of the dark like cave men
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 hailing
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
Shit! And it’s these haters that got me strapped
Paranoid by 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, it's still me and old school like Das EFX
And now they car collectin it’s sad cause
Those are friends that you grew with
Telling me they knew that I'd make it
Now we've got the chance to go prove it , gone!
Pay stubs, cold cash, work this and I sold that
Wrote this in my notepad
An 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 are gone
Say hello to this gold plaque, It's Kells
[Chorus:]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
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!