Tedashii, Lecrae - Unashamed lyrics

A yo man let that beat drop on em
Yea, oh you know I'm liking that right there
Wats good yall it's yo boy Lecrae
Some call me creezy
I'm here with my 116 clique representatives
We just want to put it down
For the Lord Jesus Christ
City to city and state to state
We keep running into more 116 clique members
People who are unashamed of the
Gospel of Jesus Christ
Let me tell you where we're from dog

New Jerusalem, that's my home
Let me put it in a song
So you'll never get it wrong
No shame in the message
That's the reason I live (reason I live)
Christ up in every song
He's the reason I'm here
All they rhyme about is guns, money
Sex and drugs eighty percent of these dudes
Is fictional thugs we don't kill nobody
We don't rob no stores
We don't trap, we ain't strapped
We don't smoke that dro
We ain't pimpin, we ain't trippin
If we tippin on some fours
Then you'll probably hear dat Jesus
Muzik comin' out our doors
(comin' out our doors)
We ain't ashamed, you can call us lame
But everybody gotta die and stand
In front of the King

We unashamed, unashamed unashamed, unashamed
Unashamed, unashamed unashamed, unashamed
Unashamed, unashamed unashamed, we unashamed
Unashamed, unashamed unashamed, unashamed
We unashamed

Watch this so you can really
Know what time it is
God is resurrected and I'm
Here to glorify Him, kid
Ma Jesus, Jesus
Ma Jesus might make a great tune
But we gotta lead em dip
Sets to the weight room
I gotta date soon, but it ain't soon enough
Father keep pruning us
Cause it's proven we known for screwing up
I can't front cause the
Pressure is still thick
And when sin look like the pressure
I'm havin to turn quick
A sin sick, so merk it like John Owen
You know when Jesus the Christ
You can pay him, but still owe him
We shoulda died and been buried
For our wrong actions
Instead Christ died and carried them
On his own back (What?)
This is a known fact
But some say that it's fiction
This is our lifestyle
No it's not a religion
See I survived death back in 2002
And religion is not at all
What got your boy through
Yea your boy Crayola, I don't do payola
No flows full of baking soda, just Jehovah
I get played to the left more
Than I get paid to write
So I ain't worried about eating dog
Tryin to display the Christ

We unashamed, unashamed unashamed, unashamed
Unashamed, unashamed unashamed, unashamed
Unashamed, unashamed unashamed, we unashamed
Unashamed, unashamed unashamed, unashamed
We unashamed

You see me on the block, the??
We look the same, but we different
We bring God to this thang
While being vocal by the Lord and
Not a piece or a chain
But don't get it twisted
It's reasons these boys unashamed
How bout 39 lashes of beatings
They laughing and teasing
These blasphemous heathens reject the
Passion of Jesus
He fasted from speaking even with
Nails bashed in His feat, and the cross
He gasping and wheezing
His lungs collapse as He's breathing
The chief priest stone in the
Court of this chief
My Prince of Peace minus the pipe who
Bought my grief so no more chiefin
But like the rims that hit the curb
(curb) we call em shoulder blades
We got our crosses on our
Back like our shoulder blades
This is death and resurrection that
Turned about my direction
Stepping toward perfection had nothing
To do with me (do with me)
But the gospel is the power and
Power bend men to bow out
We poundin' the pavement takin the
Message to the streets

We unashamed, unashamed unashamed, unashamed
Unashamed, unashamed unashamed, unashamed
Unashamed, unashamed unashamed, we unashamed
Unashamed, unashamed unashamed, unashamed
We unashamed