Hey world, you know I gotta be glad to be back
Feel good to be alive, I got my family back
Because he holds it all together and got my family intact
Don't get it twisted, if the consequences would tragedy last
Yeah, I know you see the flights to Miami and back
But y'all didn't see when I was broken and financially strapped
When I couldn't pay my mortgage and I was sleeping on the floor
In my momma's house homie, practically stripped
Y'all see me right now, I'm on records on shelves
Put a mic in the stage, how I'm protecting myself
But y'all didn't see how that sin was affecting my health
And how the mess that I was in was infecting my cells
And that affected my wealth
Trying eat like a mouse in a cup and trying to stay warm
Heating the house with the oven
When the devil was speaking through me like the mouth of a puppet
And all the guilt that I carried when I'm out in the public, yeah
Don't do it, 'cause we did it and God spared us
Don't do it, 'cause we did it and God spared us
Yeah, 'cause you reap what you sow
And I know that by the power of God's spirit that
I ain't goin' back, back, back
I ain't goin' back, back, back
Back to the pain, back to the same
Back to the shame, back to the lame
I ain't goin' back, back, back
I ain't goin' back, back, back
Back to the streets, back to the beef
Back to the grief, back to the sleep
I ain't goin' back
I was about to lose it, snoozin'
Dude and I got the bruises to prove it
Whole lot of confusion brewin'
Should I be honest and tell the truth in this music?
I think so, so this so not for amusement
Because every man is a product of what he chooses
Yeah, I think I got that from the blueprint
So don't get it confused if I'm hoppin' off of a cruise ship
I hear the whispers like "I can't lie
If you did it and got away with it, then why can't I?"
This sin is pressing and depressing with my hands high
Smiling in all the pictures like I'm that guy
Yeah, but y'all ain't see when the pen was signing divorce papers
Support payments, our sin was botching the Lord's name up
Yeah, but I'm a product of his grace
A product of his grace and the Lord's favor, and
I ain't goin' back, back, back
I ain't goin' back, back, back
Back to the pain, back to the same
Back to the shame, back to the lame
I ain't goin' back, back, back
I ain't goin' back, back, back
Back to the streets, back to the beef
Back to the grief, back to the sleep
I ain't goin' back
I ain't goin' back
I ain't goin' back
I ain't goin' back
I ain't goin' back (yes)
I ain't goin' back, back, back
I ain't goin' back
I said goodbye to the money chasing, goodbye to the game
Goodbye to desires or be tires on the range
Chuck a deuce to pursuits of fittin' in with y'all man
A bunch of Leroys chasing the fame
You can call me J-A-M-A-Left y'all
Left all then went right, crossed over less bar
B.C. was more Pierce and less Paul
Used to chase the green, but I was three and appeared small
Nate Rob hops on the track like post up
And point you up to the King like Shaq might
Act right if you're the one to get your team act right, get your back right
Lead 'em out the night like a flashlight
But in Christ I stay so quick
They say my spit got a neo cough, it's so sick
I'm on my Drew Brees with the Saints as my clique
Screaming two words in my past (yes)
Don't do it, 'cause we did it and God spared us
Don't do it, 'cause we did it and God spared us
'Cause you reap what you sow
And I know that by the power of God's spirit that
I ain't goin' back, back, back
I ain't goin' back, back, back
Back to the pain, back to the same
Back to the shame, back to the lame
I ain't goin' back, back, back
I ain't goin' back, back, back
Back to the streets, back to the beef
Back to the grief, back to the sleep
I ain't goin' back