Lyrics:

Wut it do mayne dis 'ya boy lecrae reppin' Jesus the Christ
Na we don't need no hooks mayne let's jus do it for 'da Lord one time
Ay yo peep 'da urban phenomenon six dudes in the street
Tall tees' fitted caps wit 'da ones on dey feet

Dey sayin' ain't nun good come from where we live
Yea we got 'da same stigma dat Jesus did
Dey done let us up in L.A. & Chicago streets
All man dey ain't realize we all gon preach?

And we all on reach
No it's not jus a label
We bring more din lyrics and beats to 'da table
No street fables of guns and bullets

But we keep a six six ain't scared to pull it
Yea I sed six six and I got a sixth sense
Dat if we six spit 16s dey gon trip
'Cuz we neva spit about 16 in a clip

It's more like Christ can redeem look at trip
Look at J look a sho look at thiz look a T
If you still don't git it gon head look at me
Ah man dey don messed up and let us preach Christ

Wearin' cut of khakis fresh braids white nikes
Yea and you know I ain't gon stop the thang
Got the truth fully loaded bout'ta cock n aim
Na crae ain't have ta sign to 'da roc to sang

But I do cling to 'da rock yea for change
Hey no misconceptions I rhyme for Christ
Who was murdered in my place
On soveriegn life

Some folks may feel I jus scratch the surface
But makin' true claims is perhaps my purpose
Some rap is worthless and may it neva be that we
Concock rhymes jus to git claps at churches

Our chief end is dat God be glorified
And of the flesh capabilities I'm horrified
So stay close fam watch your doctrine
'Cuz God throw more signs den the blocks in Compton