Misconception Pt. 2 - Lecrae, W.L.A.K.

One woman in my living quarters

And I ain’t throwing dollars to a side chick

Ciroc didn’t play a part at all

I comb through it and this the woman that I picked

Wedding band on the left hand

Head first into the moshpit

And when that Marvin come on I don’t have to be cautious

You messin' up that good music when you add the Consequence

Tryin' find forever minus God use your Common Sense

We set fire to your box, keep your four squares

I hear you hating from the crowd screaming, «4 Squares!»

Yeah we Christian that’s neither here nor there

The track still getting chewed up, homie four pairs

We say they missing out and that don’t make no sense, eh?

YOLO’s a no show for repeat, we syndicate

Following their passions while we following the Master

So we sorta kinda imitate following what Sensei

Synonym, sin in ‘em

And its the sin in us if we keep it Benjamin

But the difference is that this life didn’t pleasure us

Tried to let it rule us but that ruler didn’t measure up

So they question us living as king

«How He change your name to peace?», you ain’t get the metaphor

Let me write it down life’s more than spinning wheels

Christ bought the foul, you can pick that letter up

We’re flawless and we think we’re better

Its official got it all together

We don’t want em getting the wrong impressions

Cause that ain’t real thats a misconception

Been a struggle only Jesus kept us

And we still fall, so its hard to get up

We don’t want em getting the wrong impressions

Cause this is real ain’t no misconception

Got a girl on my arm but thats my wife though

And I don’t need a side piece, I don’t like those

Lil' mama working that body why she’s eyes closed

Say his pockets way too fat they need lipo

Twenty racks make it rain sparkles on them bottles

Lift em up, shorty bad, she look like a model

Rollin up, smoking loud, this is what we follow

Past that, looking back things are kind of hollow

I never be slaved to them O’s and commas

Or that Gucci, Polo, Louis Vuitton, and Balenciaga

And miss me all together you talkin' squeezing that llama

We Live As Kings only mean we living to please the Father

Don’t approach me, better unproach me

My words were so killer even the gun quotes me, steel

Battle rappers murder, they probably quote me still

So sorry that I hurt em, and yo I hope they heal

Had to peel appeal 'em was the mirage

But homie that wasn’t real they still live in they garage

They got trend setters and hell raisers

We stay in our own lane we trailblazers

We all trail, we all failing constantly

Easy, thats a tall tale, apostrophe

But we playing to lose all, a new sport

So tell 'em we bruise hard

We’re flawless and we think we’re better

Its official got it all together

We don’t want em getting the wrong impressions

Cause that ain’t real thats a misconception

Been a struggle only Jesus kept us

And we still fall, so its hard to get up

We don’t want em getting the wrong impressions

Cause this is real ain’t no misconception

They throw stones, I just pick em up and build (somethin')

I write in braille so these listeners can feel (somethin')

I guess they figured if they kill us then we’ll cease

They forgot this problem started when they crucified our leader (frontin')

And who is we?

We just some raggedy believers

Some hip-hop hybrids who married Mother Teresa (huh?)

So they think but they don’t get to know me

They throw me out their circles for being a square (lonely)

Homie out the abundance of my heart, you hear my art speak

And I don’t fit in your genre, don’t try to box me

But punch me in, I’m tryna give this beat a beating

Pleading with your eardrums until they bleed the blood of Jesus (Jesus)

But wait I know you think this here is gospel rapping

Its more like bringing balance, these rap scales full of crack and

The streets told me real killers move in silence

Then how come all these rappers out here talking violent (shhh)

But lets take all your preconceptions or your misconceptions

That I’m something other than you with a different direction

I’m south side Chicago, I’m southwest Atlanta

I’m Compton with manners, I’m good truth and bad grammar

We’re flawless and we think we’re better

Its official got it all together

We don’t want em getting the wrong impressions

Cause that ain’t real thats a misconception

Been a struggle only Jesus kept us

And we still fall, so its hard to get up

We don’t want em getting the wrong impressions

Cause this is real ain’t no misconception