The Fever

[Hook: Papa San] Them have flu, we na catch the fever Ya can't cut through my life like degreaser You coulda never shut the mouth of a believer Big foot can't fit ina mi sneakers [Verse 1: Lecrae] OK, I'm tatted up with my J's on Hat cocked, to my fade showing Folks thinking we Ned Flanders Okely-dokely, game on They don't hate me they just think they know what I'mma say I can't promise that them tv pastors ain't gonna prey On your grandma with your auntie nem' Promise y'all I ain't none of them And you can call me lame, just don't Call me fake and then call me friend Cause I don't pretend, boy I live this Some of y'all on the fences Oh girl you took home with you Man she swore she was a Christian She might be and likely She like you and just like me An imperfect person, broke and hurting Trying to do the right thing And I'm courtside like Spike Lee Keep it mellow nightly Ok, G? Cause I ain't 'bout that drama in my lifey That bad one? That's wifey You know she bout that life, B She got red bottoms you ain't never seen And her soul's covered up nicely That's blood dipped, I mean blood bought No SuWoo, but this blood talk Never thought they'd see Have a concert in the club, huh? [Hook] [Verse 2: Andy Mineo] Who could step in these size tens? White boy, cool grey 11's Since age twelve I represented Now I'm digging them 13 letters My church clothes these leather pants Boy sick? I got medicine We found the light, Edison Do God exist? We the evidence (Whoop!) We the children of the Light, you know what I mean? That's why I'm hating on the darkness like Paula Deen Cause in my hood they masked up, like it's Halloween We going hard for the Rock, but we not some fiends See and the mission we live for is bigger than everything you could attain They trying to hate us for sharing our faith but I bet that we do it again Your hubris is humorous, real talk we true to this Y'all rappers acting like Ludacris We unashamed, get used to this, boy [Hook] [Bridge: Papa San] We have to drop it one away We have to choose Christ for a better day Yes sir, we have to drop it one away Live to see me friends them gone astray [x2] [Verse 3: Lecrae] Ay, look. Perpetrating not likely We live here we don't sightsee Ain't trying to brag on my service Telling my left hand where my right be And it's real rap, no faking Not some rap dudes who couldn't make it This ain't the life I chose, boy It chose me I can't shake it I can't feel 'em How come they can kill 'em? How come I can't heal 'em? They be drilling me with codiene stripping Plus they popping pills So I feel what's popping on the charts is popping body parts And yeah, sometimes my music's for the church, I call it body art [Hook]