Gimme a Second Lecrae
"Gimme a Second" by Lecrae, released in 2020, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of self-reflection, faith, and the pressures of life. Lecrae's introspective lyrics convey a desire for patience and understanding amidst chaos. The song features a blend of melodic hooks and rhythmic verses, showcasing his unique style. Its relatable message resonates with listeners navigating personal struggles.
[Intro]
Gimme a second, uh
Gimme a second, yeah
Gimme a second
Listen what I'm sayin' to you, uh huh, listen
Gimme a second
All I need is a second, yeah
Gimme a second, uh
Yeah
[Verse 1]
Aye, listen, Cole talk that college talk, Wayne talks gangs
Jay be talkin' money, man, and 'Ye talk fame
And people say I talk about the same ol' thing
Reason that I sound the same 'cause the Truth don't change
Look, people get it twisted like a lemon in a spirit
If I ain't talkin' killin', I must be talkin' 'bout healin'
And I ain't talking 'bout how Jesus gon' make me a million
With my hands to the ceilin', I got that spiritual feelin'
Head bowed down, knees to the floor
You a Christian and you rap? That must be the way you flow—no
I talk reality like momma on her death bed
The birth of a child, a soldier losin' his left leg
Who gon' write songs to give him hope in his chair?
Addicted to pain killers, wife left last year
Your favorite rapper was prolly tryna make his next hit
Talkin' look at what I got, who I shot, and who I tipped
Couldn't be more common if them boys made sense
Couldn't be more common if Serena was they chick
And this is not a diss, this how reality sound
Let it off my mind, this how my mentality sound
Yeah!
Gimme a second, uh
Gimme a second, yeah
Gimme a second
Listen what I'm sayin' to you, uh huh, listen
Gimme a second
All I need is a second, yeah
Gimme a second, uh
Yeah
[Verse 1]
Aye, listen, Cole talk that college talk, Wayne talks gangs
Jay be talkin' money, man, and 'Ye talk fame
And people say I talk about the same ol' thing
Reason that I sound the same 'cause the Truth don't change
Look, people get it twisted like a lemon in a spirit
If I ain't talkin' killin', I must be talkin' 'bout healin'
And I ain't talking 'bout how Jesus gon' make me a million
With my hands to the ceilin', I got that spiritual feelin'
Head bowed down, knees to the floor
You a Christian and you rap? That must be the way you flow—no
I talk reality like momma on her death bed
The birth of a child, a soldier losin' his left leg
Who gon' write songs to give him hope in his chair?
Addicted to pain killers, wife left last year
Your favorite rapper was prolly tryna make his next hit
Talkin' look at what I got, who I shot, and who I tipped
Couldn't be more common if them boys made sense
Couldn't be more common if Serena was they chick
And this is not a diss, this how reality sound
Let it off my mind, this how my mentality sound
Yeah!
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