Lecrae | Unashamed Lyrics (ft. Tedashii)

Lecrae

Unashamed

A yo man let that beat drop on emYea, oh you know I'm liking that right thereWats good yallIt's yo boy LecraeSome call me crezyI'm here with my 116 clique representing to youWe just want to put it down for the Lord Jesus ChristCity to city and state to state, we keep running into more 116 clique membersPeople who are unashamed of the gospel of Jesus ChristLet me tell you where we're from dog'

New Jerusalem, that's my homeLet me put it in a song, so you'll never get it wrongNo shame in the message, that's the reason I live (reason I live)Christ up in every song, He's the reason I'm hereAll they rhyme about is guns, money, sex and drugsEighty percent of these dudes is fictional thugsWe don't kill nobody, we don't rob no storesWe don't trap, we aint strapped, we don't smoke that droWe aint pimpin, we aint trippin, if we tippin on some foursDen youll probaly hear dat Jesus music comin out our doors(comin out our doors)We aint ashamed, you can call us lame,But everybody gotta die and stand in front of the King

[Chorus:]We unashamed, unashamedUnashamed, unashamedUnashamed, unashamedUnashamed, unashamedUnashamed, unashamedUnashamed, we unashamedUnashamed, unashamedUnashamed, unashamedWe unashamed

Watch this so you can really know what time it isGod is resurrected and I'm here to glorify HimMa Jesus, Jesus, ma Jesus might make a great tuneBut we gotta lead em dipset to the weight roomI gotta date soon, but it aint soon enoughFather keep pruning us, cause its proven we known for screwing upI cant front cause the pressure is still thickAnd when sin in looks like the pressure, I'm havin to turn quickA sin sick, so merk it like John OwenYou know when Jesus the Christ you can pay him, but still owe himWe shoulda died and been buried for our wrong actionsInstead Christ died and carried them on his own back (What?)This is a known fact, but some say that its fictionThis is our lifestyle, no its not a religionSee I survived death back in 2002,And religion is not at all what got your boy throughYea your boy crayola, I don't do payolaNo floors full of baking soda, just JehovahI get played to the left more than I get paid to writeSo I aint worried about eating dog, tryin to display the Christ

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You see me on the block, the ava void in the landWe look the same, but we differentWe bring God to this thangWhile being vocal by the Lord and not a piece on chainBut don't get it twisted, its reasons these boys unashamedHow bout 39 lashes of beatings, they laughing and teasingThese blasphemous heathens reject the passion of JesusHe fasted from speaking even with nails bashed in His feat, and the cross,He gasping and wheezing, His lungs collect as He's breathingThe chief priest stone in the court of this chiefMy Prince of Peace minus the pipe who bought my grief so no more chiefinBut like the rims that hit the curb (curb) we call em shoulder bladesWe got out crosses on our back like our shoulder bladeThis is death and resurrection that turned about my directionStepping toward perfection had nothing to do with me (do with me)But the gospel is the power and power been men to pow outWe powed in the pavement takin the message to the streets

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