Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rejects, artist - Lecrae. Album song Church Clothes, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.02.2013
Record label: Reach
Song language: English
Rejects |
I think they think they know me, I think they think they get it |
Some holy water, crucifix 'n mix it with some lyrics |
But this ain’t that and that ain’t rap |
We’re going in lock the front door if I ain’t back |
They feelin you, Crae, it’s cool, I respect it |
But I won’t be a slave to acceptance |
I got my co-sign from the master, so Maranatha |
They like the flow, oh they go’n love the message |
(For real?) |
Nah, I’m sure that they’ll reject it, but that’s what they supposed to do |
Don’t wanna see, they opposing views |
Say they married to the game but mayne they souls stay itchin' |
She never hit the spot, I guess that’s why they call her misses |
My snap back fitted, the choir robe didn’t |
And I don’t play church, partna, this is what I’m living |
Hey Bun call from Texas, told me «Crae, I get it |
You are no impostor, you spit it how you live it» |
Them inmates tellin me keep spittin 'n don’t quit it |
Cause when that music play they ain’t worried about the sentence |
25 to life boy the dead has risen |
So tell Sing Sing, the king is coming back to get 'em |
I’m so reckless with my message I don’t care tho |
Call me a weirdo, but I’m an heir though |
And if I say it, then I mean what I say |
Boy I live for the truth and I die for The Way |
And when that inspiration hit me I write it, while try to fight it |
If I’m thinking too hard, don’t try it, they’ll never buy it |
And if they don’t buy it, they don’t buy it, okay, I get it |
They want inherited wealth, so I’m giving them the business |
You are not your momma, your daddy, whatever happened |
You are not the product of all of your life’s misshappnins |
That is just a lie that you tell yourself when it’s tragic |
But I believe in miracles, I don’t believe in magic |
Made in His image, most of y’all don’t hear me |
Looking for identity in the things that you givin |
The gift, not the giver mayne it’s cold in the winter |
When you base your life’s existence on looking like you’s a winner |
That S class Mercedes, Bugatti, and that Bentley |
Won’t fit up in my coffin when I die, can’t take em with me |
But still I let em tempt me, they show me what I’m worth |
But none of then can solve my problems or my hurt |
Reject me |
This is not the first time I’m far from just gettin my feet wet |
And this is won’t be the last time |
I tell the world about your love and they tell me I’m a reject |
Yeah, they look at me like a reject |
Go and treat me like a reject |
Cause if it’s how you treated my King, Then for Christ’s sake |
Say all I wanna be is a reject |