Them are flu, when I catch the fever You cant control my life like Lecrae say You could have never shut them mouth of a believer Big foot cant fit into my sneaker OK, Im tatted up with my Js on Hat cocked to my fay-shion Folks thinking we Ned Flanders Okely-dokely, game on They dont hate me they just think they know what Im a say I cant promise that them tv pastors aint gonna prey On your grandma with your auntie nem Promise yall I aint none of them And you can call me lame, just dont Call me fake and then call me friend Cause I dont pretend, boy I live this Some of yall on the fences Oh girl you took home with you Man she swore she was a Christian She might be and likely She like you and just like me An imperfect person, broke and hurting Trying to do the right thing And Im courtside like Spike Lee Keep it mellow nightly OK, G? Cause I aint bout that drama in my lifey That bad one? Thats wifey You know she bout that life, B She got red bottoms you aint never seen And her souls covered up nicely Thats blood dipped, I mean blood bought No SuWoo, but this blood talk Never thought theyd see Have a concert in the club, huh? Who could step in these size tens? White boy, cool, cray and leather Since age twelve I represented Now Im digging them 13 letters My church clothes these leather pants Boy sick? I got medicine We found the light; Edison Do God exist? We the evidence (Whoop!) We the children of the Light, you know what I mean? Thats why Im hating on the darkness like Paula Deen Cause in my hood they masked up, like its Halloween We going hard for the Rock, but we not sevein See and the mission we live for is bigger than everything you could attain They trying to hate us for sharing our faith but I bet that we do it again Your hubris is humorous, real talk we true to this Yall rappers acting like Ludacris We unashamed, get used to this, boy We have to drop it one away We have to choose Christ for a better day Yes sir, we have to drop it one away Live to see me friends them gone astray Ay, look. Perpetrating not likely We live here we dont sightsee Aint trying to brag on my service Telling my left hand where my right be And its real rap, no faking Not some rap dudes who couldnt make it This aint the life I chose, boy It chose me I cant shake it I cant feel em How come they can kill em? How come I cant hit em? They be drilling me with codiene stripping Plus they popping pills So I feel whats popping on the charts is popping body parts And yeah, sometimes my musics for the church, I call it body art
Posted on: Thu, 06 Feb 2014 01:35:06 +0000
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