Lecrae - 5 Fingers of d**h Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1] Hey look, Cole talk that college talk Wayne talk gangs Jay be talking money man and Ye' talk fame And people say I talk about the same ole thang The reason why I sound the same is cause the truth don't change Look, people get it twisted like a lemon in a spirit If I ain't talking k**ing I must be talking bout healing Nah, I ain't talking 'bout how Jesus gonna make me a million With my hands to the ceiling I got that spiritual feeling My head bowed down, my knees to the floor Oh you a Christian and you rap That must be the way you flow, no I talk reality like mama on her d**h bed The birth of a child, a soldier losing his left leg Who gon' write songs to give him hope in they chair Addicted to pain k**ers, wife left last year Your favorite rapper was probably tryin' to make his next hit Talking look at what I did, 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 Ay, that's not a diss that's how reality sound Let it off my mind, this how my mentality sound We going, down south it sound like New Orleans But this is kind of Floridian so let me get the scene Uh, let me spit it Hold on, that's off the dome Get the microphone, yea you know it's on [Verse 2] I never fit in, I been a outcast In grade school I was blasting my Outkast And I'll pa** on running to catch a route pa** Gimme a pen and a pad and I'm tryna outlast All of my idols American and the foreigners Before I heard all of these boring bars Money, money, money, s**, d** and the foreigners The coroners all these talkin' 'bout the coroners All this k**in' but where the bodies at? Aye, all this money where the Bugattis at? You dig a lil' deeper You gon' see another insecure man sittin' in a two seater The same little boy that used to get beat up With plenty pains in his past you could bring up But listen I ain't tyna string up I'm freestylin' off the dome you know I had to get up [Verse 3] Y'all get to steppin' I get to startin' You dream of being a king but you watchin' the wrong Martin bruh man This ain't the fifth floor, it's the penthouse So get it together or just get out I know you rarely get out of the basement This dark full of hatred your heart harder than pavement But I came for something amazing It's that grace that I lay in and I stay in Uh, I gotta little mo' though I got a little more flow though Hold on let me get it together Yea, oh the beat 'bout to change up [Verse 4] Yo, waiting for some good news Funny, cause I already got the greatest Can't nobody say they made us The aim was not to be famous Don't pay us no nevermind if we don't let the money change us This what God told me 'Crae don't switch the style up If they hate then let 'em hate That's how they did my child, ooh k** 'em! My team watchin' I'm runnin' the ball go get 'em You silly you pleading that silly cars, you silly You really should pay attention You missing the mission You too caught up in these titles and if I'm rapping religion I'm just rapping my gift I give to you if you want it Aye, I ain't see you at my concert, guess you ain't on it Guess you missing the moment, missing the point Let me chill out Y'all understand the words that are comin' out my midouth? Cause ever since I been out, these people told me get out You backwoods Holy Ghost hollering faith mental You Holy Ghost right-wing judgmental, you get out Huh, it's funny cause everyone 'gon be sent out, huh But I ain't even tripping on the judge man It's Sway in the Morning man and I ain't finna budge man