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Lecrae( Lecrae Devaughn Moore )
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Non-Fiction
Yeah, it's all fact no fiction It's my interpretation You wanna know how it went down? I'll tell you
Check it, ah 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 (Lets do this) 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 And Ben startin' up reach records, was all I needed I hit the road on the weekends to do a show Aint 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 gotta go But I did it, and I was on a mission And lil by lil 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 gotta mention
Still do it for the love and the mission, yeah My interpretation, is not a fiction
Fast forward just to get later I just drop my first album and I'm feelin' like I made it Goin' all around the world tryna tell them 'bout the savior And I ain't trippin' we ain't really gettin' paper 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 music kinda major Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I moved away to Memphis it was hot as the equator And gunshots every night will make you 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 a rebel 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, yeah
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 through the drama
This is all fact, it's not fiction You wanna hear the truth, pay attention
And if I never gotta mention Still do it for the love and the mission, yeah My interpretation, is not a fiction Its non- fiction
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 pad 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 Surrly after I got a hold of Tims 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 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 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 out of time
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