[Chorus: Lecrae]
Yeah, had to let back the top on the drop
Know the opps gon' see me
Yeah, had to block all the freaks
Tryna creep on the low, can't tempt me
It's in me, not on me (Yeah, let 'em find out)
It's in me, not on me (Yeah, yeah, you know I got)
It's in me, not on me (Yeah)
Yeah, you know I got 'em with me, the same ones in me (Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy)
[Verse 1: Lecrae]
Gotta rebuild the block, I might pop up
Peter Pan to the land, tell 'em, lock up
Got the pеace of God with me, out the Glock up
Nеver worried 'bout a drought, you know I stock up
Wonder how it work, they see me lurkin' in the trenches
Go from Logan down to Lincoln, Meadowbrook is with the business
Ain't no fakin' when I'm shakin' up to Compton like a menace
Hit my homie out the Nellas, he'll be home in like a minute
They be askin' how I got like I got
Used to wanna let it pop like I'm Pac
Let the word of God knock off your block
It's the Spirit livin' in me, not the rocks in my watch
Death is all around me, but the fear gone
Power livin' in me, hella fearsome
Took a lot of losses, but we still strong
Ayy, you can smell the favor in my pheromones
[Chorus: Lecrae]
Yeah, had to let back the top on the drop
Know the opps gon' see me
Yeah, had to block all the freaks
Tryna creep on the low, can't tempt me
It's in me, not on me (Yeah, let 'em find out)
It's in me, not on me (Yeah, yeah, you know I got)
It's in me, not on me (Yeah)
Yeah, you know I got 'em with me, the same ones in me
[Interlude]
What's up, lil' gangbanger?
Where you from, homie?
If they saying where you from, wherever you go
No half-stepping, stay solid and just keep it like that forever
Esta la muerte
[Verse 2: Propaganda]
Yeah, the rhyme spitter came from east of the river
Strange amount of things, the young shooters should consider (Uh)
Dangerous veteran gangbangers, just bitter now
Almost famous in a lane, they can't figure out
Everyone gorgeous with dreams they might forfeit
The pressure might force, forfeit, they oughta force quit
(West, West, West, West) Read the ingredients
The glory and pain, that courses through the veins
Of the native Los Angeles (se habla Spanglish)
Colorful rags danglin', all the world's languages, uh
The right candidate ain't hard to spot, bro
The Manchurian curry in favor with all the vatos (The 626)
Stayed fearfully and wonderfully made
Just as sure as ground shakes up under thee
San Andreas, uh-uh, come stay with us
I'll make it make sense of God, custom-made a lane for us
