| I hear them talking but maybe, you got it twisted though
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| I hear them talking but maybe, you got it twisted though
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| I hear them talking but maybe, you got it twisted though baby
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| You got it twisted though baby, you got it twisted
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| So…
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| I’m a take it there, let me clear the air
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| I’m a take it there, let me clear the air
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| I’m a take it there, let me clear the air
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| Let me clear the air, let me clear the air
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| They say I done changed «what's his problem man? |
| He don’t sound the same
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| Gimme bars about the game or how every rapper is lame
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| I’m like «that's so 2006» hate what you 'bout to get
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| Sorry you mad, but you can take me off your Christmas list, bruh
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| Ain’t no way that I’m a sell my blow for the every good flow just to get you off
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| I dedicate every letter word syllable to the one that is on the Cross
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| Homie please, every line I craft it for the lost
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| I ain’t gotta move another CD, you ain’t gotta like me, I’m good boss
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| I ain’t returnin' back, go’n ahead and hate
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| I let you tell me what I am, now let me tell you what I ain’t
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| I ain’t no lame, I don’t chase fame, I ain’t no copy of Lecrae
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| What I say is for the King, you can take that to the bank
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| You were perfect then it came bound, died and was slain down
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| Laid in a grave, then He raised, now He reign now
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| I’m a tell everybody till I’m in the green ground
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| Hold on to your validation, I don’t need a thing now
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| Aye I don’t owe nobody but I paid my dues
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| Got my Hill Street Blues out there on iTunes
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| Gave 'em plenty Real Talk, and even After the Music Stops
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| Your boy still a Rebel, you hear it after the music drops
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| I’m not a mogul, a celeb, a star
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| I’m some of what you think I am and none of who you are
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| You barely do collabos, now everybody mad at you
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| We out to make disciples, not earn these rappers' gratitude
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| Start messing with PRo, now people they get to hatin'
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| They say I changed the style, they missin' the whole equation
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| We chopped it in the Scriptures, we barely talk rap
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| I told them «get from around me if you just did it for that»
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| Aye, the homie listened, he struggled, he grew
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| And now I’m blessed to have him rolling with me and my crew
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| He went from exalting self to giving glory to the Heir
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| If you like the old PRo, sorry… he’s no longer there |