Lecrae Gravity Lyrics
Lecrae’s Album Gravity Lyrics Soon
- 1. The Drop (Intro)
- 2. Gravity feat. J.R.
- 3. Walk with Me feat. Novel
- 4. Free From It All feat. Mathai
- 5. Falling Down feat. Swoope and Trip Lee
- 6. Fakin’ feat Thi’sl
- 7. Violence
- 8. Mayday feat Big K.R.I.T. and Ashthon Jones
- 9. Confe$$ions
- 10. Buttons
- 11. Power Trip feat. PRo, Sho Baraka and Andy Mineo
- 12. Lord Have Mercy feat. Tedashii
- 13. I Know
- 14. Tell the World feat. Mali Music
- 15. Lucky Ones feat. Rudy Currence
Gravity
It’s Gravity
Keeps pullin’ me down
Verse 1 (Lecrae):
I pen songs for the perishin’ and parishioners
Them hearers and them listeners, the home and the visitors
This is not a game, you can’t tame or make it purty
They say the earth cursed, so our mouths stay dirty
There’s mud on the track, a slug in ya’ back
Police done pulled you over wit’ a gun in ya’ lap
And you ain’t the power to make it through this parade
The workers can’t keep the profit – everything here is vain
My job oppressive, I strive for my blessin’s
The pastor so corrupt it’s hard to ride with his message
Riches destroy the owners, the government think they own us
My onus is to keep the police from ridin’ all up on us
Leavin’ money to kids who spend it on getting’ blitz
Say, what’s the point of livin’ to give it up in the end
Then again, all my sin has been pinned to the cross
I know I’m free forever from this land of the lost
Hook (J.R.):
Yeah, every time I think I’m flying
I’m just falling
So close to touching the sky
But gravity keeps pulling me back down
But I can’t stay here forever
I want to go, ooh one day!
I want to go
Somewhere where there’s no gravity
Verse 2 (Lecrae):
Somebody told me there was no such thing as truth
I said, “If that’s the case then why should I believe you?”
Murder, money, and mayhem, every place that I lay in
My problems follow suit, I’m tailor-made for this, ain’t I?
It’s deep. You wanna go deep? I’ll take you deep
Reality is really just cheap
Yo’ eyes wide open apparently, but you sleep
And everything you have in your hands you’ll never keep
So why hold on, I flow on to go on, before long I float on Eternal life is what I’m thinkin’ I’mma bank my hope on
Believe me, easy is irrelevant
The devil want us burning for the hell of it
Elephants in the room say we can’t talk about impending doom
Or we gospel rappin’ or preaching people out of they shoes
It’s cool, I’ll be that dude. We glued to our depravity,
Until somebody free us from this gravity. Fly!
[Hook]
Confessions
Verse 1:
I know some people with mo’ money than we’ll ever see
Ever see someone buy a private island they never see?
Ever see every sea on yo’ own personal yacht?
Take jog around yo’ block that you bought from selling your stock?
Not.
In this lifetime, some of them my potna’s
They don’t believe in karma, but they believe in commas
And they believe they dollas’ for a peace o’ mind
Put a price upon they head and they’d be fine with that fine
Cause you find when you can buy the park, you can hate the rides
They was fun in the beginning, now it seems they not as thrillin’
And you out make a killin’, but it never feels fulfillin’
So, they call me tell me “Crae, this how I’m feelin’.”
Hook:
Confessions of a millionaire, lifestyles of the famous
There’s nothing I can’t I have, you say it looks so amazing
Well, I would trade it all away for my sanity
Verse 2:
Look, I ain’t finna pretend that car and my crib
Give me worth and meaning ‘cuz I know they never did
Them numbers in my bank account are no reason for livin’
And sleepin’ with bad women really doesn’t keep me driven
I’m sure this man sittin’ beside me is beside himself
Tryna’ find himself
Yeah, he flyin’ first class thinkin’ everyone behind him is a peon
Goin’ home to a model chick he prolly gon’ cheat on
He’ll be empty for eons; you know what I be on
Money don’t solve it all, man, look what happen to Dion
I bought my dream house, but only made me wake up
It all falls down even if you got ya’ cake up
[Hook]
Verse 3:
I’ve flown first class, flown private jets
Rode in the foreign cars; still so unimpressed
‘Cause after she spent all that money on her chest
She thought it make her life better, but she finds she still depressed
Ain’t nothing wrong with havin’ it. Matter fact, go and get it
But if you find identity in it then go ‘n forget it
You gain the whole world but lost the only thing ya’ own
‘Cause everything else is just a temporary loan
Fakin
Verse 1 (Lecrae):
I’m riding round and I’m getting’ it; they riding round pretendin’
I been had it, I been done, I promise that it’s all empty
They say they ridin’ Bugatti’s, man, put some babies through college
Quit tryna’ act like the trap is cool, ‘cause we tired hearin’ that garbage
Hey, bags of white, pints of lean, I been on dope boys since a teen
But this ain’t what we meant to be, and y’all don’t make no sense to me
You pump fakin’, ain’t shootin’, ain’t killin, ain’t doin’
Half them thangs you say you doin’, but 116 we stay true an’
Ain’t dope dealin’, ain’t Po pimpin’, talkin’ ‘bout my own folk killin’
We on that Jesus soul healin’, so serious, gorillas
Wild ain’t we, can’t tame us, been changed, can’t change us
1:16 – You can’t shame us. Live that truth; you can’t blame us
Hook:
I heard him say he bought the block
(Fakin!)
In his song he say he gansta’ but he not
(Fakin!)
Say he makin’ money, cashin’ big checks
(Fakin!)
While his chain leavin’ green on his neck
(Fakin!)
I’m not impressed
So I guess that make you, yes that make you
That make you a faker!
Verse 2 (Thi’sl):
He was all juiced up, thought he was Tupac
‘Til ‘dem boys caught him, hit him with them two shots
Now, he in the station singin’ like he T-Pain
The bullets made him lean, now I guess he’s 2 Chains
He bought that big-league cannon, wrapped it ‘round a 300
Now matter how you put it, boy, that’s still a 300
Stop that fakin’ and the flatchin’ cut it off
Frontin’ like your paper longer than the Power Ball
He think he Scarface, guess he ain’t seen the movie
Keep on fakin’ ‘til you face down in a Jacuzzi
With some killas in you room with some real guns
That don’t make noise and ain’t plastic but they real guns
[Hook]
Verse 3 (Lecrae):
Real recognize real; introduce ya’ self
Careful with that cannon boy; you might just shoot ya’ self
Somebody wake em’, tell em’ to stop fakin’
Before they end up lyin’ in the woods buck naked
These killas fulla’ them demons, while you pretendin’ you Scarface
You ain’t really no ghetto boy, why you fakin’ that hard face?
That just made him furious; somebody call Fishburne
Tell these boys in the hood 40 cal hits burn
And hell burns hotter, I turn to the Father
I prayin’, “Lord forgive em’ ‘cause they lyin’ like Mufasa
They got these eight’ graders with they eyes on a choppa
I pray the Lord save ‘em ‘fo He drop ‘em and make ‘em stop it
[Hook]
I know
Intro:
I know
Verse 1:
Boy, I lost it; I’m foolish, runnin’ off at the two lips
Probably wooin’ all cruelest persecutors to boo us
Catch me hangin’ with shoota’s, rumored to strew ya’ medulla
My mama told me they was screw-ups, but I already knew it
Who gone give ‘em peace of mind? They can have piece of mine
Know they thinkin’ I’m blind, but I just pay them no mind
Yeah, I know they be lyin’, they misquotin’ my lines
They like, “What you think you doin’ puttin’ hope in yo’ rhymes?”
You would think I’m shooting folk or puttin’ coke in my rhymes
I just give ‘em bass for free and push the dopest of lines
Boy, you trippin’ (I know), Crae you slippin’ (I know)
I done heard this all before, just sit back, enjoy the show
Yeah, I know they gon’ hate us, type they blogs up, debate us
They be fishin’ for attention but don’t how to bait us
Keep that hate on hiatus; big ups to my Creator
No big bang just a banga’, so tell the DJ to bang it!
Hook:
I know
I know what they saying, but I promise that I’m cool, though
I know what they saying, but I promise that I’m cool, though
I know what they saying, I ain’t trippin’ on it mane,
I just came to do my thang, something different for a change
Verse 2:
I k-n-o they tryna find out my M.O.
I told ‘em God sent me, they probably ain’t get the memo
I know I can’t say that cuz “Jesus Walks” they don’t play that
I know shouldn’t be here cuz people rollin’ they tree here
I know you can’t help ‘em, no strippers and killers welcome
I know you can’t hear it, no ignorance in the lyrics
Boy, they swear I went loco, one-one-six still my logo
Catch us rollin’ in a four door, go ‘n and snap you a photo
Maybe Andy or Pro though, may see Trip in Desoto
Maybe KB maybe T-Dot, yeah, I know you don’t know though
Yeah, I know they don’t like me, cause I be on my Spike Lee
Even when I do the right thing, they still wanna fight me
IRS want they taxes, police stop us in traffic
Plus my girl is on my back, she say my life is too hectic
Crae they watching (I know), aye they talkin’ (I know)
I done seen this all before, man this just part of the show
[Hook]
MayDay
Verse 1 (Big K.R.I.T.):
Awakened from my slumber by the thunder, lightning clappin’___
Rainin’ on my window pane and praying I make something happen
A preacher’s prophecies never bothered me when I was younger
Sittin’ on my grandma’s lap, and she cried, I often wondered
“What was her tears for? Could it be for my grandfather?”
Or maybe she felt for me cuz I’d see more of those cold tomorrows
Than she’d see. The world would up and turn on me
Cuz the morals that she often spoke were meant for 1923
I fall asleep off in her arms, a psalm was spoken
“The Lord is surely my shepherd” and “lead me to the water”
A thought that often stuck with me, amongst the wolves that run the streets
Out here payin’ dues then lose, I pray your ways would comfort me
A non-believer I never have and never could be
Lord, give me time to peep the signs I should see
Sippin’ got me feelin’ like a player
Ridin’ clean, bendin’ corners, hopin’ I might find my savior
On the curb, I rarely go to church
False prophets rockin’ Prada so I rarely feel the Word
Jezebel’s lurkin’ in the pews on the first
Preacher’s weaker than the deacon cuz it’s hard to fight the urge
It’s hard to live and serve when you on the Devil’s turf
Sell your soul for the loan with no sense of what it’s worth
Don’t get it twisted, I ain’t no saint, I ain’t no pastor
But prayin’ ain’t just for cloudy days and natural disasters
Aware of what comes after, bet you ain’t fo’ sho’
I was warned that heaven ain’t the only place to go
I’m doin’ what I can cuz there really ain’t much time
I leave ‘dis in the Lord’ hands, I’m tired of cryin’
Hook:
Man down!
Hopin’, prayin’, sayin’ I can’t turn
Back now!
He will find you, this world’ll blind you, don’t you be another
Man down!
Hopin’, prayin’, sayin’ you can’t turn
Back now!
Help is just one prayer away
Don’t be afraid to say,
“Mayday!”
Verse 2 (Lecrae):
Father forgive us for we know not what we do
In my bias, I’ve been pious with my nose up in the pews
Like Paul, I bear good news; they think I’m pall-bearin’
My message sounds like death to these hearers as they perish
Scary to think we on the brink of death
But no one stops look for answers on what happens next
Got a couple scriptures from our grandma, sayings from a preacher
But can’t live out these standards that we heard it takes to reach ‘em
But when I look at Jesus, He lived the life I couldn’t
Suffered for my crimes so I wouldn’t
I used to have to sneak into the movies ‘cause I couldn’t ‘ford to pay
So ‘splain to me how some one paid my way
When hear Krit confessin’ I respect him
‘Cause most of us be lying like our lives don’t need perfectin’
Nothin’ that we muster, Nothin’ that we can change
Admitting that we’re imperfect, offendin’ God with our games
Look, I’m just being honest so don’t take for me for no lame
I seen it fo’ myself; I’m a product of this thang
Now I found true religion, and it’s not inside of denim
And them overpriced shades has never given us vision
[Hook]
Violence
Hook:
War, pain, violence should stop!
Verse 1:
4-fever, 9 millimeter
‘Dem a’ want a heater ‘cuz the streets is finna heat up
Six million ways to die; choose 10
And if he don’t die then he probably do ‘em again
From passionate catastrophe, to genocidal blasphemy
No respect for humanity, they resort to insanity
Head bang on the glass, call it window pain
Jumping out the window tryna’ get my frame through the frame
Close range; when he point, I just blank-out
Felt my heart sank when that bang thang rang out
Now you got yo thang out, you take life, you give it
You took his life away, but you gave yours up to system
No wanna listen, no reason for livin’
We bought the lie we can’t be forgiven for all our sinnin’
Killin’ is the religion, service is in a prison
Ignorance got a slave and our name in the mentions
Hook:
War, pain, violence should stop!
Bad man, bad man, gun man, bad man
Squeeze bullet, pow-pow. Body bag man.
No bother with no war. No bother with no violence.
No bother with the six-feet-rest-in-peace silence
Verse 2:
Grew up under Tupac: bible verse and two glocks
Say we ready to die, see a ghetto in the sky
Couldn’t be more wrong than right shoes on the left feet
Highway to hell and we fighting for the best seat
No heart, bullet’s got no name
Little boys wanna bang but ‘dem barely got a brain
‘Dem barely got aim, but they shooting for nothin’
They rob a sister of her brother for a couple a hund’ed
They thinkin’ that life is cheap but it’s expensive as ever
They’ll be sentenced to forever for them heartless endeavors
I try to tell ‘em (simmer down brethren), but they like whateva’
Too scared of being broke to think about being betta’
Plus, we get bombarded by all these images of bravado
You ain’t really a man if you don’t follow these models
But the weakest ones follow, the strong reconsider
You can forgive much if you understand you forgiven
[Hook]
