[Hook: Papa San]
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Them are flu, when I catch the fever
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You can't control my life like Lecrae say
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You could have never shut them mouth of a believer
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Big foot can't fit into my sneaker
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[Verse 1: Lecrae]
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OK, I'm tatted up with my J's on
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Hat cocked to my fay-shion
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Folks thinking we Ned Flanders
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Okely-dokely, game on
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They don't hate me they just think they know what I'm a say
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I can't promise that them tv pastors ain't gonna prey
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On your grandma with your auntie nem'
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Promise y'all I ain't none of them
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And you can call me lame, just don't
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Call me fake and then call me friend
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Cause I don't pretend, boy I live this
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Some of y'all on the fences
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Oh girl you took home with you
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Man she swore she was a Christian
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She might be and likely
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She like you and just like me
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An imperfect person, broke and hurting
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Trying to do the right thing
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And I'm courtside like Spike Lee
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Keep it mellow nightly
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OK, G?
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Cause I ain't 'bout that drama in my lifey
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That bad one? That's wifey
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You know she bout that life, B
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She got red bottoms you ain't never seen
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And her soul's covered up nicely
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That's blood dipped, I mean blood bought
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No SuWoo, but this blood talk
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Never thought they'd see
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Have a concert in the club, huh?
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2: Andy Mineo]
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Who could step in these size tens?
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White boy, cool, cray and leather
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Since age twelve I represented
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Now I'm digging them 13 letters
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My church clothes these leather pants
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Boy sick? I got medicine
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We found the light; Edison
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Do God exist? We the evidence (Whoop!)
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We the children of the Light, you know what I mean?
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That's why I'm hating on the darkness like Paula Deen
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Cause in my hood they masked up, like it's Halloween
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We going hard for the Rock, but we not sevein
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See and the mission we live for is bigger than everything you could attain
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They trying to hate us for sharing our faith but I bet that we do it again
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Your hubris is humorous, real talk we true to this
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Y'all rappers acting like Ludacris
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We unashamed, get used to this, boy
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[Hook]
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[Bridge x2: Papa San]
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We have to drop it one away
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We have to choose Christ for a better day
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Yes sir, we have to drop it one away
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Live to see me friends them gone astray
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[Verse 3: Lecrae]
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Ay, look. Perpetrating not likely
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We live here we don't sightsee
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Ain't trying to brag on my service
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Telling my left hand where my right be
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And it's real rap, no faking
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Not some rap dudes who couldn't make it
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This ain't the life I chose, boy
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It chose me I can't shake it
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I can't feel 'em
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How come they can kill 'em?
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How come I can't hit 'em?
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They be drilling me with codiene stripping
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Plus they popping pills
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So I feel what's popping on the charts is popping body parts
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And yeah, sometimes my music's for the church, I call it body art
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[Hook]
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The Fever
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Lecrae |