| I know I don’t deserve to touch the mic bro
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| But this craft is something that I would fight for
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| I’m in the lab with this pen and a pad
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| Knowing I might finish last
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| That ain’t really why I write though
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| Let’s go back in time to '04
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| I’m in 1−1-6 quickly I was on board
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| Fast forward four years we on tour
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| And we ain’t notice what He had in store
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| But now here we are
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| Ten years later
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| Flows got greater
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| Minds got closer
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| Plus there’s more haters
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| Sayin' we just do it for dough
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| But they won’t break us
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| Cuz the Lord we serve with the flow
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| He is so gracious
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| And if they ask me why I do it
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| I tell 'em it’s the music of a movement
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| Yeah I’m speaking for my Unashamed crew
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| That ain’t never touched the stage but they walkin' they just doin' this
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| Rise up
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| If we all rise up
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| That’d be my dream
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| That we should all rise up
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| And give a standing o for the King
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| Cuz He’s good
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| (oh yeah, oh yeah)
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| (oh yeah, oh yeah) We been from bootleg tours
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| To high quality shows
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| From 'Crae making beats
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| To high quality pros
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| Ridin' in our cars
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| To sittin' on planes
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| To tour bus rides
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| But the mission ain’t changed
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| More fans in the stands
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| Homie we made it
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| God ain’t more pleased
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| Cuz radio stations played it
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| You know I’m prayin'
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| We stay seekin' his face
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| So we not disqualified from the race
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| Race
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| And my brothers promise me this
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| If notoriety get the best of me make me quit
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| Quit
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| And I promise that I’mma stay
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| By you and edify you no matter how it gets
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| And to the fans
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| Please promise me too
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| You listen to the words
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| But leave 'em and go and do
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| We do it for the Lord
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| But still we do it for you
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| They ain’t never seen the gospel at work
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| Show 'em it’s true
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| And rise
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| I ain’t retired but I thought about it
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| I feel called to be a pastor; |
| I’m all about it
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| See His glory in His word and I gotta shout it
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| So I’m just trying to figure out how I can shout the loudest
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| Plus, I saw its hard to be pastor
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| When after the service you gotta get out and rap for the masses
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| I’m feelin' torn in my heart
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| I had to pray
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| My health is making it harder to find a way
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| But if I ever do leave the game
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| Gotta leave 'em with something with meaning
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| I proclaim
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| It don’t matter if my name get deleted what remains
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| Is the mission that he missin' which is liftin' up His name
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| I read John’s vision and it’s plain
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| Christ reigns so I’m stickin' in my lane
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| Rap don’t need me
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| Reach don’t need me
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| Christ don’t need me
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| I’m limpin' cuz I’m lame
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| But I’m carried by the one and only healer
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| 'Bout the transition homie, faith is getting realer
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| I’m just waiting for my Savior to reveal a
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| Clearer vision of the only peace, be stiller
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| I’m filled up in Him
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| I’m still tucked in Him
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| Once was lust driven
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| Now I must trust the Risen
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| Hey, pray for your brother cuz I know that luck isn’t
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| The way I’mma succed, nothings up to luck is it?
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| Of course not
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| Look I ain’t done tryna' make a change
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| I’m just switchin' up the method let me make it plain
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| Tryna' find my position; |
| I ain’t forsake the game
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| And the win is the glory of the greatest Name
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| Rise |