Lecrae

[fox69]

"Rise"

"Rise"



I know it's difficult, but
You know, the odds really are in our favour, man

Things just ain't the same for gangsters
The whole world 's changed, everybody's a stranger
These young dude's running around, saying they bangers
Quit the law bangers, the click and bang yah
And I done seen too many teens chasing their dreams
End up blood stream contaminated and feening
And now they leanin' on words that he said
Or She said, we said,
"Look at him, he dead"
See, we ain't ever know Martin Luther the King
Most of us probably couldn't tell you much about his dream
We like Malcolm x, 'cause spike made a movie
With his arms stretched up with the AK's and Uzi's
So excuse me, You tryna connect to, a whole generation is raised by gangsters
Who probably never knew pops, we had Tupac
An old boom box, chilling in our tube socks
And plus Dre taught us how to roll a 64
And Snoop Dogg taught us how to roll a sticky drow
So if they wanna reach us with Jesus
They gotta do it better than some screaming preachers
'Cause homie, we don't believe ya, we've seen grandmas,
Raw bodies, cold knees with heaters
So we're skeptical, it's easier to believe
That there's a Heaven for a thug than to mess with you
It's hard to rise

Listen to the melody
Because we're together

Hey shout out to 9th wonder, no you ain't gotta ask
We both know the same page like a paragraph
And all music, ain't the target of discussion
But it seems the radio has got a problem playin' substance
Listen, partner, they're lying to us, they're selling pies to us
They teach us how to be gang bangers and nine shooters
I've been where you've been, seen what you've seen
Grew up with old dawg, looking mean on the screen
When Nas was street dreaming, and Biggie was still breathin'
And cash ruled everything around me, creamin'
Folks tryna make the hood life a good life
While they in the 'burbs wishing us a good night
And some rappers teach us how to chin check 'em
But I still ain't heard a song about being movie directors
We in your hood, man, we've been where you've been
Been stabbed, been shot, been pinned in the 'Pen
Difference is now when we pick up the pen
We articulate how, God has made us all better man
I'm a college graduate, yes some God-fearing role models
With daughters who do not aspire to be pole models
You are not what the media impose on you
God made you and he rose for you
So you rise

 

[fox69]

"Round Of Applause"

"Round Of Applause"


[Intro]
Hey mazel tov and all that good stuff man
This is for all my folks who got legal jobs
We beat the odds, you feel me?

[Hook]
We ain’t supposed to be here, never thought we see it
Now we living proof, tell the world to believe it yeah
Congratulations, thank God we made it
They told us we was nothing, now I know they hate it
Round of applause, round of applause
Congratulations, we beat them odds
Round of applause, round of applause
Congratulations, we beat them odds

[Verse 1]
I ain’t supposed to be nothing but a dope dealer, but a hope killer
Supposed to brag on the guns and the coke kilo’s
Dropping molly’s in a coke zero
Ashamed of my education, then I’m finally off probation
Then I quit smoking, got a wife and kids and I’m a real father no faking
See I’m a black man who beat them odds
Supposed to be locked up with no job
Never should of went to college or learned who God is
You add it up it’s all odd
See I never knew my pop
I been abused, ran from the cops
I went to school high on them crops
Wasn’t a thug, never been shot
Running from God man turning my back
Never would of made it, Marvin Sapp
But He opened up my eyes and I can’t look back
While they look surprised, I just took my cap
Yeah he did it, he did it
He changed me and I’m with it
He made me what I’m supposed to be
You get close to me, you might get it

[Hook]
We ain’t supposed to be here, never thought we see it
Now we living proof, tell the world to believe it yeah
Congratulations, thank God we made it
They told us we was nothing, now I know they hate it
Round of applause, round of applause
Congratulations, we beat them odds
Round of applause, round of applause
Congratulations, we beat them odds

[Interlude]
I’m supposed to be dead or in jail right now
But instead, I’m sharing my gift with the world

[Verse 2]
Now she used to strip at Onyx
Working her way through college
Tryna put food in her son’s mouth
On a pole for them dollars
She was looking for some solace
Told the Lord, I promise... I’m heading to the hills with my heels on
Where the feels ain’t a touch to the billfolds
No copping feels from no Uncle Phil’s, just Phil Jackson coach her
And get her out that game where they losing they dignity for a Coach purse
No skirts just “skrr”, found another way around a real worth
And left that fine establishment
It’s like her whole life is having a growth spurt
She out the game and they hate it, mad at her she made it
They ain’t nothing but some shellfish in a bucket
Probably get crabs if you touch it
Now she graduated from college — scratch that — graduated with honors
Little man got a little cap and gown, look at him matching his mama, yeah!

[Hook]
We ain’t supposed to be here, never thought we see it
Now we living proof, tell the world to believe it yeah
Congratulations, thank God we made it
They told us we was nothing, now I know they hate it
Round of applause, round of applause
Congratulations, we beat them odds
Round of applause, round of applause
Congratulations, we beat them odds

 

[fox69]

"Round Of Applause"
(feat. B.o.B)

"Round Of Applause"
(feat. B.o.B)



[Intro:]
Hey mazel tov and all that good stuff man
This is for all my folks who got legal jobs
We beat the odds, you feel me?

[Hook:]
We ain't supposed to be here, never thought we see it
Now we living proof, tell the world to believe it yeah
Congratulations, thank God we made it
They told us we was nothing, now I know they hate it
Round of applause, round of applause
Congratulations, we beat them odds
Round of applause, round of applause
Congratulations, we beat them odds

[Verse 1: Lecrae]
I ain't supposed to be nothing but a dope dealer, but a hope killer
Supposed to brag on the guns and the coke kilo's
Dropping molly's in a coke zero
Ashamed of my education, then I'm finally off probation
Then I quit smoking, got a wife and kids and I'm a real father no faking
See I'm a black man who beat them odds
Supposed to be locked up with no
Job
Never should of went to college or learned who God is
You add it up it's all odd
See I never knew my pops
I been abused, ran from the cops
I went to school
High on them crops
Wasn't a thug, never been shot
Running from God man turning my back
Never would of made it, Marvin Sapp
But He opened up my eyes and I can't look back
While they look surprised, I just tip my cap
Yeah he did it, he did it
He changed me and I'm with it
He made me what I'm supposed to be
You get close to me, you might get it

[Hook]

[Verse 2: B.o.B]
I ain't even spos' to be here
I ain't even spos' to be livin'
The world is set up for me to
Be dead broke and somewhere locked up in prison
Yeah, I know they be watchin'
Yeah, I know they be listenin'
Yeah, I know that hip-hop police is probably plotting for me
To be missing
And cover it up with the cliche okey doke
And blame it on the pain pill overdose
From the city where they love to hate
But I still got love for my homies tho
They don't want to see us ball out
But we do it anyway
Got a mil' in the bank
Another two up in the safe
Cause' I do it everday
Know, know me ain't no roomies in the A
All they say that is I could've fool in the A
Don't assume anything
I'm a fool with the pay
I'll be goon till your day

[Hook]

[Interlude:]
I'm supposed to be dead or in jail right now
But instead, I'm sharing my gift with the world

[Verse 3: Lecrae]
Now she used to strip at Onyx
Working her way through college
Tryna put food in her son's mouth
On a pole for them dollars
She was looking for some solace
Told the Lord, I promise... I'm heading to the hills with my heels on
Where the feels ain't a touch to the billfolds
No copping feels from no Uncle Phil's, just Phil Jackson coach her
And get her out that game where they losing they dignity for a Coach purse
No skirts just "skrr", found another way around a real worth
And left that fine establishment
It's like her whole life is having a growth
Spurt
She out the game and they hate it, mad at her she made it (haters)
They ain't nothing but some shellfish in a bucket
Probably get crabs if you touch it
Now she graduated from college - scratch that - graduated with honors
Little man got a little cap and gown, look at him matching his mama, yeah!

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Run"

"Run"



You know your boy, Crae, running for the prize, I'm gunnin'
The one that don't rust or break all of a sudden
The Holy Spirit got your boy doin' a dozen
Push up, push up, come on, work it out cousin
I run from the flesh/it be tryin' to rise
And I'm done with livin' gettin' drunk and high
I'm a son of El Shaddai, the most High, who most def want me to do more then get by
I look in the sky and I'm so inspired, to run for a God whose my soul's desire
My sole desire to run for Jesus
And give Him all the credit like I run for visa
I'm done with pieces/I found my dime
I run to the wife that the Lord provided
And we decided that we would run together for God's glory alone homie we ain't lyin'
I run to the Word cause my soul is thirsty
No runnin from affliction though they may hurt me
I do preach wrath but I speak on mercy
And grace by faith, you can call me churchy

Run, this is your race, boy. Run, don't stop.
Run til your blood vessels bust like a glock
Run like a Nascar run round the track
Run, boy, run, boy,

Naw I ain't sweaty and my breaths pretty steady
My feet don't hurt and my legs ain't heavy
I'm still in the marathon, I keep the pace steady
Temptation is quick/but the Spirit stay ready
My eyes on the prize/yeah, they fixed on Christ
Hydrated in the Word but the joints are tight
That's why I get with a coach, who can stretch your boy
Who can push, pull, train me and test your boy
And blooka, blooka yeah you heard the gun
That means run off the blocks, run!
The Son is where I stay focused
Avoiding sin and I pass the baton to the faithful men
And we never run in vain or for finite prizes
So when the race is done there will be no surprises
The world says quit/we ain't tryin' to hear it
Cause to quench our sin's thirst is to quench the Spirit

We still in it, dawg
We can't quit, ya'll
All my cousins who runnin wanna stick wid it, ya'll
Jezebel is jumpin/your path, you best run
They tempting you to puff, puff, pass/you best run
Keep ya kicks laced, get your grips straight before you quit, you kick, this is the big race
Forget a medal man it's bigger than that
Forget a 4.2 40 man you're quicker than that
The Holy Spirit got the breath you breathe
So if the cramps kick in, it's the all the breath you need
Wait on the Lord to renew you man
Don't stop, keep going, you can do this man
Keep the Word in your grip, keep the Word on your lips, keep a tight knit Christlike crew for fellowship
And before you see the end and the race is done
Find some people who are seekin' and teach em to run

 

[fox69]

"Runners"

"Runners"


[Intro:]
Hey, fellas. Where are the treadmills?
Oh, they right there in the back
Ooooweee! She bad! Oh, that's why I love this gym that's I love this gym!
Woo! Man forget the bench press today it is a cardio day for your boy, my goodness she bad!
Holla at yo boy!

[Verse 1:]
Uh, I can't lie, I admire beauty like the next man (it's true)
I still remember when I used to get my check cashed
Get my hair cut, I hit the streets with my hair gassed
Lookin' out for little mommas with a fat faaasssss
That's what my auntie used to tell me
Girl in my rear view tryna tell me (uh oh)
'Cause she knew wasn't nothing you could tell me
Always on a trail of another female
Well, well they say my papa was a player
Somebody's honesty is honest in me baby
Somehow in college Greek letters made me cuter
All the time online I still couldn't compute it
Uh, I pledge girls then it's on to the next girl
My next girl eventually be my ex-girl
But its' funny how it all unfolds
I done finally found a woman I ain't never letting go, whoa

[Hook:]
Ooh she looking bad (Don't do it)
I wonder if she got a man (Don't do it)
I don't see no wedding band (Don't do it)
I promise you don't wanna go through it (Take it from me)
You don't want no problems (You don't want no problems)
You don't want no problems (You don't want no problems)
You don't want no problems G
Find yourself in the obituary column sheet

[Verse 2:]
It ain't nothing like a good woman
If you got you one of those, be good to 'em
Keep it a honey love, everybody want it
But the lies and the lust keep lying next to us, but
I got past, and I'm known to pass it
Up from my passion and I ain't here blastin'
Born a sinner just like any other man standing
Couldn't keep standing so God sent a stand-in
If you creepin' when you feel desire creepin'
I know another way to win that don't involve cheating
Don't involve another heart broken into pieces
When a girl call you tell you she saw you on Peach St
Meet pretty underscore nice features
Had a couple drinks and have yourself a little peace and
Now you feel like the man in the streets pull 'em to the crib
I see your pants in the street, man

[Hook]

[Interlude:]
Uh, Lashaunda, baby, why are all my clothes in the street? What's going?..
Oh, you don't know why your pants is in the street?
Hah, yeah, Shaquita told me she seen you on Peach St
Uh huh, all up in the girl's face - you gotta go!
You see, that's my cousin, that was my sister, like my friend
No, I don't wanna hear it
Shut up!
Get your stuff and go! Bye!

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Sacrifice"

"Sacrifice"



My eyes redder than blood shots, nightmares of them gunshots
I took my girl from the lone star to Memphis, Tenn on them cold blocks
And what you think we moved for, to see kids get killed in the school zone
To see crack get sold, bodies turned cold, what do you think, I think that's cool, bro?
And why do you think I went to school for? To turn around and move back to the hood?
Nah, boy, that's what it's called a sacrifice, this is bigger than me, it's for a greater good.
I was went to cape town, had a breakdown, Mozambique seen a man face down
Took blows to the head, boy it's cold out here so we're staying on the grind, no brakes (breaks), nah nah.
If this a gimmick then explain what's the incentive
Been extorted near deported for this faith I'm representing.
And when I started penin' lyrics I wasn't thinkin bout no cypher
I was thinking about them addicts and them juvies and them lifers.
Well this is what the people lose they life for. And why they give up all they rights for.
It ain't no church in the wild, huh? But tell me, who you think I write for?
And I ain't tryin' to be self righteous, but I write this if you think twice
Folks wanna call this gospel rap. Nah, homeboy, this sacrifice.

Some of these rapper's reputations should be in dispute
Cause real recognize real and you do not compute
Good as layin your life down, sacrifice for a worthy cause
Not for a buncha green paper stacks, overpriced clothes and shiny cars, no.
This is sacrifice, it's givin' your all.
Even when they don't understand you, you still answer your calling
And when the world is falling and they back is turned,
You reach your hand out and pull them out that fiery furnace.
I learned that from the old heads, you know the ones that never turned back
Martin Luther King got shot for it, that's priceless you can't earn that.
Then tell me what do you think he died for? A peace prize? A holiday?
So I can rap a whole bunch of weak lines about how I'm a make my choppers spray (Huh!?)
If Jesus really lived, then He really died
Sacrificed Himself and rose before their very eyes
And if I ain't really changed, then it's all a lie
Why put my life on the line, mang this ain't worth my time
Cause it's been real, when nobody knew us we been here
Before the billboards and the Grammy awards
It was Christ, homeboy we've been clear.
I ain't never been fake bout faith, if I lied to your face
May I die a disgrace
Live for the truth that He died in my place
Thank God for the sacrifice and His grace. (Uh!)

 

[fox69]

"Say I Won't"
(feat. Andy Mineo)

"Say I Won't"
(feat. Andy Mineo)



[Chorus: Lecrae & Andy Mineo]
Say I won't (why y'all scared to be different?)
Say I won't (why y'all scared to be different?)
Say I won't (we them outsiders, that's just how we live it)
Say I won't (and I bet I will)
Say I won't
I might do it just to show you [x3]
We be like la, la, la, la

[Verse 1: Andy Mineo]
From the same city as the B-I-G
Wanna serve these bars, gotta see ID
Now I'm on their radar, where B-Dot be?
Was a slave for the cars, then we got free
Used to only wanna pull up in a black sport
Just a white man excelling in a black sport
Now I'm really doin' pull ups
Got a honeymoon for the summer tryna get a six-pack for it
Say I won't catch 'Crae slippin' in the studio at like 3 AM
Autograph that forehead with a Sharpie pen and then Instagram
Might swag out a fanny pack
I might bring Velour back
Nobody wanna change the game, man y'all just want more trap
Okay, say I won't rap over bagpipes
Say I won't talk about that price
To know Christ and live life like every night my last night
'Bout to switch up the program
I rock name-brand, I rock no brand
My whole life GoPro cam, got rap like I had no fans, nope
They say, I know I say, "veto"
Danny DeVito, and Al Pacino, those are my people
Also I'm rockin' the speedo
This that casino, you bet your revenue
Thinking you'll stop me, no never not letting you
You must be high on that medical thinking I won't
But I know better, know that I bet I do (kill 'em, ooh)

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Lecrae]
Say I won't sell my shoes and take my kids to Chuck E Cheese with the money
Say I won't bring my own bottle of Pellegrino to the movies with me
Say I won't
Look, I'm from an era of fast living and mass terror
Boys cover them cover girls like mascara
I don't need to keep a gun and a mask ever
I still make 'em put their hands up, ask Derek
My role manager damage all of you amateurs
Sneaking up on a tour bus with a demo to hand to us
When I was younger, I just wanted a chain
Now a chain of events has afforded a change
See, I been a rebel since back in the day, I don't follow the people
I follow the leader through valleys and shadows of death and I fearin' no evil
So say I won't do it, say I won't turn the music up and get to it
Won't come down H-Town all the way to their town
In the old school, drop top Buick
And I'm getting, maybe 8 or 9 miles to the gallon
Still feeling like a stallion
I got Andy ridin' shotgun with 30 gold chains on, talking about he Italian
Say I won't go drop a double album, and rap double time on all dub-step
Got no producers, just me rockin' over beatboxin' by Dougie Fresh
Say I won't

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Sell Out"

"Sell Out"


[Intro:]
Alright, alright, welcome to the label, man
Now check this out, man, listen.
I know you're known for just being honest and transparent and all that good stuff
But listen, we ain't got no time for all that, man
That don't make no money
We need you to tell lies, lies, and more lies, man
It's all about selling out
Don't give the people what they need, give 'em what they want, baby
Lie to these folks, man!

[Verse: Lecrae]
I'm on now, I can't even stand me
Look at me, Mama, I'm known now, I got me a Grammy
Call Kami, Khiana, and Tammy, and tell 'em that I made it
Broke my heart in the seventh grade, so this is how I repay 'em
They say that money can't make you, they probably ain't making money
It made me richer than you, and it made me look at you funny
You don't really want it, you don't want no problems, problems
Goons be like, "Whatever you need, dawg, call me."
So I be like doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, solve it
Money on his head, I put that boy under the wallet
I can't even rap like that, but insecurity would have me sounding whack like that
I already made it when I graduated from high school
Ain't validated 'cause I'm at the top of the iTunes
But I too was once a fool for nice shoes
Spiteful of dudes who do what I like to
But if I'm honest on the other side of fame, it's the same stains in the latrine
You still can't buy love, and ain't no way to buy off pain
That's why these rich folks blow out their brains
More insecure they are the more they brag, advertising their pain
I don't want no parts of learning that thing
Oh wait, hold up, this where I'm supposed to do something
Lyrical miracle metaphor simile onomatopoeia on a period
You's a peon, period, I dominate rap
I failed algebra, and I ain't paid my property tax
Oh well, I got bars, family behind bars
Throw money at insecure women and fine cars
People stealing right under my nose and my taxes whack
But no need to worry, my accountant handles that, right
I mean what you expect? I do anything to gain your respect, sell out

[Outro:]
What you doing, man?
You know you started off good then you started telling the truth
We ain't got no time for that
This is Lie-A-Lot records
We need you to tell more lies
Hello?
Hello?
Hey where you going, man?
Come back here, man
Church Clothes 2!
I ain't got to hear that you love it, cause I know that you love it!

 

[fox69]

"Send Me"

"Send Me"


[Chorus:]
Send Me, I'll Go
Send Me, I'll Go
Send Me, I'll Go
Let Me Go, Let Me Go
Send Me, I'll Go
Send Me, I'll Go
Send Me, I'll Go
Let Me Go, Let Me Go [x2]

[Verse 1:]
I Seen it wit my own two
Theres no way I can show you
A perfectly poverty stricken people with no view
And I bet you can't believe this
They never heard of Jesus
Heard of Young Buck, Lil' Wayne, and Young Jeezy
No One signing up to go on missions this summer
Rather sit at home and watch Xzibit pimpin a hummer
While a nine-year-old is shot down
No one screamin, "Stop now!"
No bridge illustrates for criminals who on Lockdown
People deep in Africa, lookin for an answer bra
In China men are dyin men until they know who died for sin
So, look what grace did
Not for us to stay in
Inside our comfort zones at home in Momma's basement
Get out on the grind ya'll, aint no better time dog
I know you read the Great Commission let me just remind ya'll
Make Disciples of the Nation teach them to obey the Lord
Hate to never lead someone to Christ before I see the Lord

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Hey, after 1000 years in the west and the church is
Gettin bigger daily without understandin worship
Some regenerated but alot aint saved
You walk outside and be surprised cause the block aint changed.
And the numbers they be gettin them
Somethin still aint hittin them
American's aint Christian they just practicin the ritual
Thats why we should be missional hey what you think I'm spittin for
United States is dyin and the east is lookin pitiful
Some places if they catch you they'll arrest you and they'll serve you
But they still need the word too the gospel should be heard too
We claim we aint ashamed but yet we still aint hit the block up
We in our Christian bubble while our brothers gettin locked up
Lord I wanna Stop up
Take a bag and Walk up
In a country where sharin my faith may get me Shot up
Anyway ya go whether my city, Lord or Far abroad
I just wanna show 'em Jesus Christ the risen Holy God.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
I know they dyin in the streets
Over in the Middle East
Some kids seekin peace
Others holdin up a piece
If the violence doesnt cease
Then at least, the deceased
Might know Jesus as their savior as their body hit the streets
And I know this is a graphic view
I pray that its attackin you
'Tractin you, to act and do what you see in the back of Luke
Matthew 24 and 14 We should read it twice
Before we think that life is just about us bein free in Christ
Look dog, life is more than Church, Work, and Football
What if you were dead in sin and Christians overlooked ya'll
This is why we leave the couch and leave the comforts of our house
To show a dyin world a God they'd prolly never read about

Yeah...The Great Commission says make Disciples of all nations
Have we even made em in our own nation?
Come on Christians
Missions exist because worship doesnt
People don't worship the God that made them
We Ambassadors..Let's Go!

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Sidelines"

"Sidelines"



One thousand
Biz busy on the boards
I hear 'em cheering from the sidelines
Wait, hold up, I think they hatin'
People told me take my time, right?
Nah, they tired of waitin'
They say "Crae, you sold your soul, man"
For real? Who bought it?
"Let the Spirit take control, man"
I don't go nowhere without Him

They scared that I'ma cause these babies to stumble
They scared that my integrity is gon' crumble, appreciate the prayers
But all that pressure either gon' make you humble
Or make you hang out on the sidelines, and fear you gon' fumble
Put me in coach, ain't out here flexin' for nobody
I was born to do it, God don't make mistakes and say I'm sorry
He ain't never dropped the ball
I don't never plan to fumble
Catch me runnin' with them lions
Reggie Bushin' in the jungle
Came from nothin'
I remember spendin' summers on the corner with my cousin Shootin' dice and playin' dozens
Me and BJ in that Cutlass, CD playin' missin' buttons
Up at Lincoln High in Dallas with that Jesus Muzik bumpin'
Now it's Joseph graduation
Turn on that radio and T-Dot on the station
I remember when we used to split the rent up
UGK was bangin' loud inside his pickup
Wait, let me pick up
Back when promoters wouldn't let me back in
'Less I pay 'em on a back end, that ain't happenin'
We just pray to God that somehow He would let us crack in
Tore that door off of them hinges
Told us, "Get it crackin'"

I hear them cheering from the sidelines
People told me take my time, right?
Hear 'em cheerin' from the sidelines
Hold up, I think they hatin'
People told me take my time, right?
They tired of waitin'

They braggin' they in the buildin'
Ain't building nothin'
We out here building the children, you know I love 'em, boy
Spit it how I live, feel it in my breath
Walking it like I talk, put it to the test
Gina, get to steppin, we get to startin'
You dream of bein' a king but you watchin' the wrong Martin, Bruh Man
This ain't the fifth floor, it's the penthouse
Either you change your outlook or get out
And life ain't never been a dream, you just oversleepin'
If it wasn't hard work, they probably cheatin'
Give that arrogance some rest
This ain't happen overnight, that's why I do this thing to death
I might do this 'till I'm deaf, dumb and blind
You know I don't need my eyes to see my faith working fine
Never mind me
I ain't worried about how they define me
Long as they can find me they'll never confine me

I hear them cheering from the sidelines
People tell me take my time, right?
I hear 'em cheering from the sidelines
Hold up, I think they hatin'
People tell me take my time, right?
They tired of waitin'