Lecrae, Christon Gray, Swoope, Dre Murray, Alex Faith - Misconception Pt. 2 lyrics
Swoope [Lawrence Allen Swoope II] Akron, Ohio, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lecrae, Christon Gray, Swoope, Dre Murray, Alex Faith - Misconception Pt. 2 lyrics]
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 it's 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 it's 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 it's 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 it's hard to get up
We don’t want em getting
The wrong impressions
Cause this is real ain't no misconception
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 it's 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 it's 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 it's 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 it's hard to get up
We don’t want em getting
The wrong impressions
Cause this is real ain't no misconception