LECRAE

LECRAE - Non-Fiction

rate me

Yeah, so is a fact no fiction

It's my interpretation

You wanna know how we know?

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 Cmo

But Lil' Jon was on the radio and on the charts

I got creative took the money that I made

And ball a beat machine now it's me and tied it up lately

Let’s go

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

They 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

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

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

It’s not a fiction, it’s my interpretation

I need a new place new grace new city new state

Now we all headed to Atlanta

I'm stressed out tryna lead I’mma bleed myself burnin' out I can see the padel

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 Tim’s books, man I promise you it's like my whole life changed

Andy couch 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 ?

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, Gavin said I'm out of time

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