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Description
Main Artist: Lecrae
Main Artist: Propaganda
Producer: Eric “4CEN” Forcen
Producer: Tre Wright
Composer Lyricist: Lecrae Moore
Composer Lyricist: Jason Petty
Composer Lyricist: Eric “4CEN” Forcen
Composer Lyricist: Tre Wright
Composer Lyricist: Nicholas D'Anthony Crawford
Lyrics and translation
Original
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. Let 'em find out. It's in me, not on me. Yeah, you know I got.
It's in me, not on me. Yeah, you know I got Him with me, the same One's in me.
Gotta rebuild the block, I might pop up. Peter Pan to the land, tell 'em lock up. Got the peace of
God with me, put the Glock up. Never worry about a drought, you know I stock up.
Wonder how I work, they see me lurking in the trenches. Go from Logan down to
Lincoln, Meadowbrook is with the business. Ain't no fakin' when I'm shakin' up the
Compton like a menace.
Hit my homie out the Nellis, 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
Pop. 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 lotta losses, but we still strong.
Ay, you can smell the favor in my pheromones. 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. Let 'em find out. It's in me, not on me. Yeah, you know
I got. It's in me, not on me.
Yeah, you know I got Him with me, the same One's in me.
What's up, little gangbanger? Where you from?
Represent where you from, wherever you go. No half-steppin'.
Stay solid, and just keep it like that forever. Hasta la muerte.
Yeah. The rhyme spitter came from east of the river.
Strange amount of things the young shooter should consider. 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 of Los Angeles. ¿Y usted habla español?
Colorful rags danglin' all the world's languages. The right candidate ain't hard to spot, bro.
The Manchurian curry in favor with all the vatos.
The 626'll stay fearfully and wonderfully made. Just as sure as ground shakes up under the San Andreas.
Come stay with us, I'll make it make sense how God custom-made a lane for us.
English translation
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. Let 'em find out. It's in me, not on me. Yeah, you know I got.
It's in me, not on me. Yeah, you know I got Him with me, the same One's in me.
Gotta rebuild the block, I might pop up. Peter Pan to the land, tell 'em lock up. Got the peace of
God with me, put the Glock up. Never worry about a drought, you know I stock up.
Wonder how I work, they see me lurking in the trenches. Go from Logan down to
Lincoln, Meadowbrook is with the business. Ain't no fakin' when I'm shakin' up the
Compton like a menace.
Hit my homie out the Nellis, 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
Pop. 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 lotta losses, but we still strong.
Ay, you can smell the favor in my pheromones. 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. Let 'em find out. It's in me, not on me. Yeah, you know
I got. It's in me, not on me.
Yeah, you know I got Him with me, the same One's in me.
What's up, little gangbanger? Where you from?
Represent where you from, wherever you go. No half-steppin'.
Stay solid, and just keep it like that forever. Hasta la muerte.
Yeah. The rhyme spitter came from east of the river.
Strange amount of things the young shooter should consider. 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 of Los Angeles. ¿Y usted habla español?
Colorful rags danglin' all the world's languages. The right candidate ain't hard to spot, bro.
The Manchurian curry in favor with all the vatos.
The 626'll stay fearfully and wonderfully made. Just as sure as ground shakes up under the San Andreas.
Come stay with us, I'll make it make sense how God custom-made a lane for us.