Lecrae - Die For The Party

Lecrae responds to Kendrick Lamar, originally posted to Instagram on September 14, 2024. Produced by Weathrman Written by Lecrae Moore, Elvin Shahbazian, Joel McNeill, John McNeill, Pudge Tribbett, John Smythe, Sophie Baudry Engineered by Jacob “Biz” Morris at Reach Records (Atlanta, GA), Mixed and Mastered by Jacob “Biz” Morris at Reach Records (Atlanta, GA). Assisted by Connor Back Lyrics: I was wrestlin’ like, should I write a verse? The culture got enough clout-chasin’ vultures out here tryna prove they worth They need attention They can’t imagine me not tryna make myself look bigger off of this Kendrick mention I can’t imagine his position Before I got on my mission I was a party victim I brought the party favors I used my trauma, my single mama, to justify commas to pay the devil’s wages, woo, huh That probably went over they heads Basically what I said is I was government fed Bred for doin’ time in the feds, but Jesus bled Insead of puttin’ dents in they head, He turned His My cup runneth over with nonsense They hearts grow colder, they love to do evil, they burn they conscience I want the dealer’s head who gave my cousin fentanyl Labels exploitin’ rappin’ addicts, man, I’m sick of y’all My daddy ran with Compton Crips, my uncle’s Piru Stuck in the middle of this madness, what should I choose? I should be choosin’ between Howard and Hampton I love the people that I ran with but look at the damage You want me put you on but I know you still with the scammin’ A crooked doctor took advantage and hooked me on Xanax It’s killers sittin’ in they cell for takin’ somebody innocent And they don’t even feel no remorse, the worst ignorance But when I take a look in the mirror The blood of Uriah’s on my hands ’cause I’m that killer Who had Bathsheba in his quarters, I’m that — Who let Eve taste the fruit of death, I’m that sinner I deserve death along with these liars and hypocrites Fake tough rappers who fabricate they predicaments Fake-deep guru pushin’ voodoo on the people Tellin’ folks that my God ain’t real, that’s real evil Huh, I wonder what Lecrae would do Hopefully seek the hand of God and tell ’em that he’s incapable But truthfully, I’m nobody to judge My good deeds are like some period blood stains on a dirty rug All that I can offer them if Jesus’ love I know it sound foolish to many, like “Really? That’s all you got for us?“ Yeah, the cross is foolish to the perishin’ The world’ll call me weak and the saints’ll say I embarrass ’em I walk through valleys full of evil, I’m aware of it I can’t condemn the world and burn all of the heretics Love is patient so I’m trustin’ in the narrative And Christ ain’t watch the party die He died instead of it © 2024 Reach Records