[Verse 1: DG]
Yeah, here I lay awake in a state like the King
My braids in my face, took control of the play
Erasing my memory, tracing my enemy, drained but I'm finna be stained from a little bleed
Grace, in the place, where we pray to the greats
You be strayin' away then your face in the clay
Put your money in a pot
Never leave the door locked
I believe in myself, not gon' pray to a God
I don't praise to Allah
I will lie to a cop, I would lie to a judge
Don't trust my body, I don't trust my blood
I don't trust nobody, now my mama up above
It's the reason why I cuss, reason why I love
You're the reason that I'm breathin' and I'm cleanin' out the dust
Tryna bring myself back, man I'm missin' so much
Born in the dirt with some water, he rose up
Thus servin' a close up
Was he good he was, he would break em down
With his hoodie on, tryna' to block the sound
With his headphones on that he got from Wal-Mart
Tryna run home like he hittin' the ballpark
Used to get laughed at for my rap tracks
Now I'm past that, no honestly I'm past that, for real
I get fast stacks, let my cash stack
Come around with my backpack and my notepad
Chock full of rhymes and they all got bars
That'd blow your mind, to make you notice in time
If I die in your arms, any rose is fine
You could place it on my grave cause my ghost is nigh
[Chorus]
Back from the fire, I could feel it!
Crawlin' back from the stage
Comin' back from the fire and I'll burn ya down
Burn ya down-down-down

[Verse 2: K.A.A.N]
Time tickin' in the wrong direction
Like a head-on collision at the intersection
Life's short motherfucker, try to peep the message
Open arms, wide eyed, I've received the blessings
Got a couple of midis to make a mark, could move
The heart, in you, is weak, I could see that shit
There ain't no way I'll take a loss, believe that, kid!
Now sit back bitch, I'm goin' off my guts and instinct
I'm feelin certain that but motherfuck what you think
The reason that we doin, now it's obvious
I can't preach self belief to an atheist that's never been through shit but got a lotta complaints
The prodigal saint, the pictures that I paint ain't perfect
But the goal we usurp just to find a purpose
Good things only come, when ya really deserve it
From the ground I rose just like a flying phoenix
Straight shooter from the hip like I'm Willie Beaman
I could tell you bout the times it was hopeless, though
On a dead end road, with nowhere to go
But it's pointless, I believe
Blame, now I can see
My hyperboles vote like Pharisees
Pray for clarity, this a rarity
Peace of mind is like a priceless gem
Worth more than a house or expensive Benz
You could have everything but the pain don't end
The sun won't shine, the sky look black and grey
Everything you worked for, you will get that back
Tell me what's the point of livin' when you're livin' to die?
These are random thoughts that cross through my mind
Just to pass the time when it's movin' slow
I feel trapped and alone with nowhere to go
All my energy invested with nothin' to show
[Chorus]
Back from the fire, I could feel it!
Crawlin' back from the stage
Comin' back from the fire and I'll burn ya down
Burn ya down-down-down

[Verse 3: DG]
Why do you insist I don't do shit, I rap my heart away
Why do you manipulate my mind and make me wanna stay?
What is wrong with me and why do I just want a lotta pay?
This money runs my mind and happiness is in another K
Don't wanna die when it ain't your day
When the AK spray, man you ain't gon pray!
Cause the aim so straight it will graze your face
It don't wanna see you live til you're old and you're gray
Don't give a damn, won't lend you a hand
You're in my house, and my land!
Damn that you're weasely
Land of the demon and the demon
Is a piece of me, whoa!
Pass me the dough
Trackin' my cash and my passion to grow
Master my rap and I'm passin' it back
I would listen to rap if you're askin for that
Not that I'm blastin' a path on my ash you just shoot for the sky
And just hope not to crash in the back of the line
If you're guessin' I'm back in the ring then you right
But I'm lackin' the action to breathe in, to bite
Yeah
All of my lines are original
Flow is a product of those individual
Rappers that my family claimed were all criminals
Maybe they are but they don't make a minimal
Maybe I'm cynical ain't it additional
Pitiful rapper that's spreadin' to digital imbecile
Opposing fact that I'm biblical
Maybe I'm typical
Lookin to spit a flow
Fuck
[Chorus]
Back from the fire, I could feel it!
Crawlin' back from the stage
Comin' back from the fire and I'll burn ya down
Burn ya down-down-down