Back to Life lyrics

by

Trey Songz


Intro:

Oh sh*t, my n*gga Home
(What up my n*gga)
Maino,What?s up my n*gga, aw, sh*t
You've been gone 10 years n*gga, what?s up man
(Yeah, man, you know what it is)
Yo n*gga We on n*gga Lets get this money, man Straight up man lets get this money
Yo check man, yo for real, let me tell you

Verse:
What up my n*gga
I'm happy that you home
I missed you, let me tell you what?s been going on
Since you've been gone a lot of things changed
We came up getting real money off of 'Cain
Enough sh*t, whole team eatin? off of drug sh*t
You like a brother to me, you ain't got to touch sh*t
Ah, sh*t, I believe every word you say FAM
But listen to me though I got a bigger better plan
Look man we can get up in this rap sh*t
You jokin' right, go 'head with that wack sh*t
Relax kid, we gotta use tactics
We can get rich, we ain't even got to clap sh*t
I'm saying though, but you ain't no rapper, yo (I'm not)
Exactly but none of that matters though
Cause I can fool them, with a little flashy flow
Look, kid, I'm only after dough (I know)
We have to blow, you know why? Cause we goin' give them real sh*t
Young n*gga, Old n*gga, Bet you they goin' feel this
Think about it we already going hard
We gonna start a movement and name it Hustle Hard

Hook:
So what you wanna' do
What you wanna do
I gotta car with a trunk full of money and its all for you
Man, I'm back to life
You welcome home n*gga you deserve to be right (Repeat)

Verse 2:
(phone rings)
Hello?
Maino, what?s up?

Who's dis?
Who you think it is, daddy? Got to be yo b*tch
Ok
You home now what?s up with tonight (Umm)
n*gga you gon? give it to me first right
I need that di*k
That 10-year di*k
Imma freak you, might bring another b*tch (Wow)
Look, n*gga, pus*y, you can have that
Imma give you everything down to my ass crack
Damn its like that
Its like that
I like that
You like that
You a king baby, Imma treat you like that
Yeah, I hear you talking like you on the right track
After I see my P.O. Imma hit you right back

Hook:
So what you wanna do?
What you wanna do?
Got some bomb ass head and a soft bed all for you
Man I?m back to life
Welcome Home Daddy you deserve to be right (Repeat)

Verse 3:
Have a seat, and no standing in the corridor
Glad to meet you, I?m your parole officer
Says here you?ve had some mishappenins?
Jermaine Coleman, drug related kidnapping
Now look captain, the rules is easy
Every week you gotta come here and see me
Get a job, can?t find one, see me
Gotta test, here?s a cup for you to pee pee
I?m not a friend; I ain?t trying to get to know you
And since you like to hang, here?s a 9 o clock curfew
Trust me, Parole is for real
Act up and Imma put your ass back in jail
I know the drill I wasted half of my life
So what you gonna do to bring a change in your life?
Imma get it right from doing bigger things
Got my mind right, on to million dollar dreams

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