Biratella Vision
Back from the depths of Hell
Where no Man walks away well
This for the homies on the block
Try to make it out or get shot
Back from Hell, these haters can't knock me off
My High Horse, of course I been the boss
The Opp's been waiting on me
They better grab a Snicker
Laughing to the bank
They hungry while I figure
The next play of the show
Put rappers in the "Chicken Wing" and of course the "Figure 4"
Let these Niggas know
That I Been on Fire
They waiting to blow
Roll the dope and get high
It's different from the prior
Phone never off
Got it rolling like a tire
Gotta be careful wit them Niggas
They might just have a wire
Seen A Nigga put in work
And tell the whole story
So don't come around with small talk
It will only bore me
Mack Life, Nigga better act right
Shots in the crowd
Now everybody take flight
When 12 come asking questions
We lose sight
Flexin for the 'Gram
Never Nigga, I just might
Start another business
Stack until Christmas
Don't leave no witness
Scratches off the Hit-list
Flow so cold, like I gotta sickness
Keep the work moving
Like I'm doing fitness
Yea
They was talking down on the boy
So the soldiers I had to deploy
You stuck in hell?
Oh well, it's Your joy
I'm the One who made it out
So I had to destroy
These Niggas can't f*ck wit' me
I made it out of Hell
23 and 1, Locked down in A cell
Stuck in the projects
But Only in My mind
Trapped by design
Imaginary Lines
Back from the depths of Hell
Where no man walks away well
This for my Niggas on the block
Try to make it out or get shot
Grease Biratella - Back from Hell Lyrics
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Biratella Vision
Back from the depths of Hell
Where no Man walks away well
This for the homies on the block
Try to make it out or get shot
Back from Hell, these haters can't knock me off
My High Horse, of course I been the boss
The Opp's been waiting on me
They better grab a Snicker
Laughing to the bank
They hungry while I figure
The next play of the show
Put rappers in the "Chicken Wing" and of course the "Figure 4"
Let these Niggas know
That I Been on Fire
They waiting to blow
Roll the dope and get high
It's different from the prior
Phone never off
Got it rolling like a tire
Gotta be careful wit them Niggas
They might just have a wire
Seen A Nigga put in work
And tell the whole story
So don't come around with small talk
It will only bore me
Mack Life, Nigga better act right
Shots in the crowd
Now everybody take flight
When 12 come asking questions
We lose sight
Flexin for the 'Gram
Never Nigga, I just might
Start another business
Stack until Christmas
Don't leave no witness
Scratches off the Hit-list
Flow so cold, like I gotta sickness
Keep the work moving
Like I'm doing fitness
Yea
They was talking down on the boy
So the soldiers I had to deploy
You stuck in hell?
Oh well, it's Your joy
I'm the One who made it out
So I had to destroy
These Niggas can't f*ck wit' me
I made it out of Hell
23 and 1, Locked down in A cell
Stuck in the projects
But Only in My mind
Trapped by design
Imaginary Lines
Back from the depths of Hell
Where no man walks away well
This for my Niggas on the block
Try to make it out or get shot
Back from the depths of Hell
Where no Man walks away well
This for the homies on the block
Try to make it out or get shot
Back from Hell, these haters can't knock me off
My High Horse, of course I been the boss
The Opp's been waiting on me
They better grab a Snicker
Laughing to the bank
They hungry while I figure
The next play of the show
Put rappers in the "Chicken Wing" and of course the "Figure 4"
Let these Niggas know
That I Been on Fire
They waiting to blow
Roll the dope and get high
It's different from the prior
Phone never off
Got it rolling like a tire
Gotta be careful wit them Niggas
They might just have a wire
Seen A Nigga put in work
And tell the whole story
So don't come around with small talk
It will only bore me
Mack Life, Nigga better act right
Shots in the crowd
Now everybody take flight
When 12 come asking questions
We lose sight
Flexin for the 'Gram
Never Nigga, I just might
Start another business
Stack until Christmas
Don't leave no witness
Scratches off the Hit-list
Flow so cold, like I gotta sickness
Keep the work moving
Like I'm doing fitness
Yea
They was talking down on the boy
So the soldiers I had to deploy
You stuck in hell?
Oh well, it's Your joy
I'm the One who made it out
So I had to destroy
These Niggas can't f*ck wit' me
I made it out of Hell
23 and 1, Locked down in A cell
Stuck in the projects
But Only in My mind
Trapped by design
Imaginary Lines
Back from the depths of Hell
Where no man walks away well
This for my Niggas on the block
Try to make it out or get shot
Writer: Dekwan Clark
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