Hands Up
They say the places we venture
A Christian shouldn't dare
Homie, that ain't holiness, it's fear
You scared
Homie, I swear, I won't sin by osmosis
Nope, I got a blood bought prognosis
From the age when shoulder
Blades held ghetto blaster
No such thing as Christian rap
But rappers who believe stand your ground
Pound the mic consistent with
The truth you speak
You could watch the gospel stand
On it's own two feet
Really ain't that unique
Y'all just never seen it
Unlike the elephants we won't let you ignore
Like arenas full of white
Kids all singing along
Make convos in the green room
Filled with awkward pauses
Don't think I don't know em
When they don't trust and it's all love
We just came to provide y'all
The soundtrack of life
Like around here a life's like
Sounds from the mic, right
Every creed and color with their 116 tats
More humble rapper-tees all with
Their hands up
Understand before Grammys and stellas it
Was bars from the cellar
That soar higher than cellular
Less net worth, can't tell you my net worth
I ain't got a clue
Low dough was never fuel to choose
The type of tool we using just who and when
We could better prepare you to
Make amends with the Savior
Destroy your turntables, say
And you ain't got to understand
Just hands up
And if you from the West that's W's up
It's all love you and I know we both
Can't afford to ignore, hands up
East to the west, y'all, hands up
LA to the Bay, y'all, hands up
Hands up, everybody everybody, just hands up
Hands up
Shout out to my man, Propaganda
From the mighty mighty Humble Beast
My name is Lecrae, I represent Reach, 116
Unashamed believers
Ayo, dial the seven digit's, call a chemist
I compound underground sounds with
Pronouns so pronounce
Our name right, rappers who take a stand
B-Boy pop the lock on minds of
These slaves until they free, boy
Mischievous soul who don't get it
So we spit it
Where the smoke is blowing loud and
The crowds are looking frigid
It's cold on the road
So the bars got to be hot
Christians want the message
But the world want to be shot
So I give ‘em both until
They choke but truthfully
If one side say you dope
The other think that you a joke
Let me clear my throat as I
Provoke you with these quotes
I got a Grammy in the closet
But I trade it for the hope of the people
‘Cause these days evil
If you ain't seen Jesus
You don't want to see the sequel
People holla 116
‘cause they know we represent
Something bigger than the dollars
And the cents
Still it don't make sense that I
Rock with killers in dark tents
Drinking liquor ‘til they thinking of
Speaking in past tense
And it's past tense with
Pastors and past friends
Who don't understand the mission in
Some of my actions get your hands up
And you ain't got to understand
Just hands up
And if you from the West that's W's up
It's all love you and I know we both
Can't afford to ignore, hands up
East to the west, y'all, hands up
LA to the Bay, y'all, hands up
Hands up, everybody everybody, just hands up
Hands up
