Broken things can be rebuilt. Broken people can be restored. Broken faith can be renewed. This is more than an album. It’s Reconstruction
Lyrics
Say you keep it on your hip
Don’t lie
You don’t wanna take that trip
Don’t ride
Please just keep it real with me
Cross my heart
Dot my eye
Tuck that fire, tell no lie
Don’t lie
You don’t want that smoke, don’t want that fire
Don’t lie
You just chasing high, ain’t satisfied
They still can’t fill that void they feel inside
Don’t lie
Don’t lie, don’t lie, don’t lie
Probably think I do this for the pesos
I just preached a message I can’t save souls
Might put fifty rappers on a payroll
Just so we don’t have to hear them same songs
You been torn, you got foreigns
You got toys, you got charms
You got diamonds dancing on your neck
And twerking on your arms
Ain’t gotta lie to me
I know you Hollywood
I know you acting and you got a part of me
Cause I don’t flex for the gram
I been bout that action
I guess it’s a bottle service cause you popping
And ran up the check, and you ain’t got no doctorate
You ain’t got opposition, you got opposites
Say you don’t want, ain’t no maybe, no probably
I checked the policy and it expired
They said they killers, they wearing a wire
Demons just filling your head up with lies
If we gonna kick it, you ain’t gonna lie
Don’t lie
You don’t want that smoke, don’t want that fire
Don’t lie
You just chasing high, ain’t satisfied
They try
Still can’t fill that void they feel inside
Don’t lie
Don’t lie, don’t lie, don’t lie
Yeah
You at the bottom of lake
If ever the devil your level
You better get rebel, go tell them Lecrae
These sinners be mentioning bezels
I bet if it’s Bethel
The ladder don’t matter, the Jacob is Daddy
Come sit on my lap, big mama your arm
It’s coming for cap, new era form
This is facts
The error swarms but I be
Z’s coming for the sleep
Try to be honest, they calling me cray
My God, what a Reach
How high ain’t the method man
Only blunt for the Son, I’m free
Sojourner Truth running to a booth
Giving sixteen’s, oh
They lying to me
Tell me they love me, I’m dying to see
The cross getting heavy
I bet you a Simon or Pete
While the rooster is riding the beat, oh
Truth tellers are my best friend
With my left hand
I’ma swear on the Bible
Tell the whole truth, may you be blessed and
Don’t lie
Say you keep it on your hip
Don’t lie
You don’t wanna take that trip
Don’t ride
Please just keep it real with me
Cross my heart
Dot my eye
Tuck that fire, tell no lie
Don’t lie
