| I think they think they know me, I think they think they get it
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| Some holy water, crucifix 'n mix it with some lyrics
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| But this ain’t that and that ain’t rap
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| We’re going in lock the front door if I ain’t back
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| They feelin you, Crae, it’s cool, I respect it
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| But I won’t be a slave to acceptance
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| I got my co-sign from the master, so Maranatha
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| They like the flow, oh they go’n love the message
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| (For real?)
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| Nah, I’m sure that they’ll reject it, but that’s what they supposed to do
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| Don’t wanna see, they opposing views
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| Say they married to the game but mayne they souls stay itchin'
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| She never hit the spot, I guess that’s why they call her misses
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| My snap back fitted, the choir robe didn’t
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| And I don’t play church, partna, this is what I’m living
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| Hey Bun call from Texas, told me «Crae, I get it
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| You are no impostor, you spit it how you live it»
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| Them inmates tellin me keep spittin 'n don’t quit it
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| Cause when that music play they ain’t worried about the sentence
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| 25 to life boy the dead has risen
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| So tell Sing Sing, the king is coming back to get 'em
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| I’m so reckless with my message I don’t care tho
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| Call me a weirdo, but I’m an heir though
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| And if I say it, then I mean what I say
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| Boy I live for the truth and I die for The Way
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| And when that inspiration hit me I write it, while try to fight it
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| If I’m thinking too hard, don’t try it, they’ll never buy it
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| And if they don’t buy it, they don’t buy it, okay, I get it
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| They want inherited wealth, so I’m giving them the business
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| You are not your momma, your daddy, whatever happened
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| You are not the product of all of your life’s misshappnins
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| That is just a lie that you tell yourself when it’s tragic
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| But I believe in miracles, I don’t believe in magic
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| Made in His image, most of y’all don’t hear me
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| Looking for identity in the things that you givin
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| The gift, not the giver mayne it’s cold in the winter
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| When you base your life’s existence on looking like you’s a winner
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| That S class Mercedes, Bugatti, and that Bentley
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| Won’t fit up in my coffin when I die, can’t take em with me
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| But still I let em tempt me, they show me what I’m worth
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| But none of then can solve my problems or my hurt
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| Reject me
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| This is not the first time I’m far from just gettin my feet wet
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| And this is won’t be the last time
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| I tell the world about your love and they tell me I’m a reject
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| Yeah, they look at me like a reject
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| Go and treat me like a reject
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| Cause if it’s how you treated my King, Then for Christ’s sake
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| Say all I wanna be is a reject |