Da’ T.R.U.T.H. - Ain't Goin' Back lyrics

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 don't do it
'cause we did it and God spared us
Don't do it
'cause we did it and God speared 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

Shhh 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 said goodbye to the money chasing
Goodbye to the game
Goodbye to desires or be tires on the Range
Chuck a deuce to pursuit's 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
BC was more Pierce and less Paul
Used to chase the green but I
Was 3 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 - that's it!
Don't do it
'cause we did it and God spared us
Don't do it
'cause we did it and God speared 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