| VERSE 1: TRIP LEE
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| Some folks gone call us insane cause we don’t spit to get change
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| No grills, chains or big rings that just aint how we live, mayne
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| We ain’t worried bout no big fame WE tryina lift up his name
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| They think Trip deranged cause I got a whip but I don’t care to grip grain
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| We aint hollin at no groupies we them dudes who be
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| Livin right givin Christ all we got truly
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| Some started to exclude me when the saw the new me
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| And I tried to tell em God is watchin like a movie
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| Naw we don’t need no chix boy we found a way to get joy
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| Even though we get outkast like Andre and Big Boi
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| We aint gotta be them rich boys aint gotta be them fly dudes
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| Nope. |
| this ain’t no lie dude. |
| I wish you knew what I do
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| It don’t phase us cause we claim to be aliens and strangers
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| Kats liftin his name up and telling folx he saved us
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| We stryed from our sinful ways naw dawg we can’t have it
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| Think we crazy for it? |
| Gone throw us in them straight jackets
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| CHORUS: TRIP LEE
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| Oh yeah they talk down, oh yeah they call us crazy
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| Cause we don’t walk around tryna be no ballas baby
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| We praise the Son of Man they think we crazy dawg
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| Cause they don’t understand so we just shake it off
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| Oh yeah they talk down, oh yeah they call us crazy
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| Cause we don’t walk around tryna be no ballas baby
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| We imitatin Christ he’s more than holy dude
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| He’s what we need in life. |
| man, if they only knew
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| VERSE 2: TEDASHII
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| Lemme get some, lemme talk to em
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| Now you talk noise and walk hard but we was dogs like junk yards
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| Our hearts hard got you callin me crazy like Joe Clark
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| I know dawg, it seems off |