[Hook: Papa San]
Them have flu, we na catch the fever
Ya can't cut through my life like degreaser
You coulda never shut the mouth of a believer
Big foot can't fit ina mi sneakers
Them have flu, we na catch the fever
Ya can't cut through my life like degreaser
You coulda never shut the mouth of a believer
Big foot can't fit ina mi sneakers
[Verse 1: Lecrae]
OK, I'm tatted up with my J's on
Hat cocked, to my fade showing
Folks thinking we Ned Flanders
Okely-dokely, game on
They don't hate me they just think they know what I'mma say and
I can't promise that them tv pastors ain't gonna prey
On your grandma with your auntie nem'
Promise y'all I ain't none of them
And you can call me lame, just don't
Call me fake and then call me friend
Cause I don't pretend, boy I live this
Some of y'all on the fences
Oh girl you took home with you
Man she swore she was a Christian
She might be and likely
She like you and just like me
An imperfect person, broke and hurting
Trying to do the right thing
And I'm courtside like Spike Lee
Keep it mellow nightly
Ok, G?
Cause I ain't 'bout that drama in my lifey
That bad one? That's wifey
You know she bout that life, B
She got red bottoms you ain't never seen
And her soul's covered up nicely
That's blood dipped, I mean blood bought
No SuWoo, but this blood talk
Never thought they'd see
Have a concert in the club, huh?
Them have flu, we na catch the fever
Ya can't cut through my life like degreaser
You coulda never shut the mouth of a believer
Big foot can't fit ina mi sneakers
Them have flu, we na catch the fever
Ya can't cut through my life like degreaser
You coulda never shut the mouth of a believer
Big foot can't fit ina mi sneakers
[Verse 1: Lecrae]
OK, I'm tatted up with my J's on
Hat cocked, to my fade showing
Folks thinking we Ned Flanders
Okely-dokely, game on
They don't hate me they just think they know what I'mma say and
I can't promise that them tv pastors ain't gonna prey
On your grandma with your auntie nem'
Promise y'all I ain't none of them
And you can call me lame, just don't
Call me fake and then call me friend
Cause I don't pretend, boy I live this
Some of y'all on the fences
Oh girl you took home with you
Man she swore she was a Christian
She might be and likely
She like you and just like me
An imperfect person, broke and hurting
Trying to do the right thing
And I'm courtside like Spike Lee
Keep it mellow nightly
Ok, G?
Cause I ain't 'bout that drama in my lifey
That bad one? That's wifey
You know she bout that life, B
She got red bottoms you ain't never seen
And her soul's covered up nicely
That's blood dipped, I mean blood bought
No SuWoo, but this blood talk
Never thought they'd see
Have a concert in the club, huh?
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