Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Non-Fiction , by - Lecrae. Release date: 20.10.2014
Song language: English
Non-Fiction |
| Yea, it’s all fact no fiction |
| It’s my interpretation |
| Wanna know how it went down? |
| I’ll tell ya |
| Check it, uh |
| I guess I take it back to graduation |
| Got my degree but writin' songs was my fascination |
| I got a job installin' cable then I got promoted |
| Moved out my momma house but still this music was the motive |
| Around this time I’m bumpin' Tunnel Rats and CMR |
| But Lil' Jon was on the radio and on the charts |
| I got creative took the money that I made |
| And bought a beat machine now it’s me and T-Dot up late |
| And I volunteer at detention centers to be a leader |
| I got these young dudes lovin' the way I eat the beat up |
| I ain’t wanna blow up just wanna give em Jesus |
| Then Ben startin' up Reach Records was all I needed |
| I hit the road on the weekends to do a show |
| Ain’t ask for money but they still gave a lil' dough |
| Just a bunch of wild kids in the front row |
| Like «You ain’t Lil' Wayne — you a lame, man I got to go» |
| But I did it, and I was on a mission |
| And little by little a couple of em would get it |
| Was rappin' in the hood and folks broke down cryin' |
| That’s when I knew this was bigger than me and bigger than rhyme |
| This is all fact, it’s not fiction |
| You wanna hear the truth, pay attention |
| And if I never got a mention |
| Still do it for the love and the mission |
| My interpretation, it’s non-fiction |
| Fast forward just a year later |
| I done drop my first album and I’m feelin' like I made it |
| Goin' all around the world tryna tell them 'bout the Savior (what else?) |
| And I ain’t trippin' we ain’t really gettin' paper na, na |
| I’m about to marry me a lady |
| I left my old job so I’m praying rap pay me |
| I drop my next album Jesus Muzik kinda major |
| I moved away to Memphis it was hot as the equator |
| And gunshots every night’ll make ya wake up |
| Sleepin' on the floor hopin' you don’t pick a stray up |
| Soup campbell took me in and got my weight up |
| Then I flew back to college started workin' on Rebel |
| Uh, we had a feelin' it would be a problem |
| It’s like the Lord wrote the whole thing |
| But at home I was havin' problems |
| Married life was like a bad dream |
| Now we fightin' every day |
| My travel gettin' heavy two babies one baby momma |
| I’m arrogant and self-righteous helpin' everybody but my wife |
| This is all fact, it’s not fiction |
| You wanna hear the truth, pay attention |
| And if I never got a mention |
| Still do it for the love and the mission |
| My interpretation, it’s non-fiction |
| It’s not a fiction, it’s my interpretation |
| I need a new place new grace new city new state |
| Now we all headed to Atlanta |
| I’m stressed out tryna lead Imma bleed myself burnin' out I can see the pattern |
| I’m just writin' my pain over beats and I’m guessing Rehab was the outcome |
| I wrote Background at the kitchen table, I thought it wouldn’t make the album |
| Shortly after I got a hold of Tim Keller’s books, man I promise you it’s like |
| my whole life changed |
| Andy Crouch wrote a book about culture-makin', and after that I had to make a |
| slight change |
| Ask the homies I ain’t do it for the money man |
| Nah, I made Church Clothes out of love |
| And me and Street workin' day and night |
| Wait a minute, now Gravity is blowin' up |
| I won a Grammy, and I ain’t even trippin' on it |
| I got a mission that I’m fightin' for, I’m writin' songs tryin' to give ya |
| substance |
| Yea, I’m writin' songs fightin' for ya soul |
| We may run at a different pace but let’s continue the race |
| You runnin' yours, I’m runnin' mine |
| I promise I left out a lot of details |
| Well, Gawvi said I’m outta time |