Lecrae - Co-Sign lyrics

[Album Intro: Canon and Lecrae] [Lecrae:] Hey yo Canon man [Canon:] What's up homie? [Lecrae:] You know, what I kinda realized is that: everybody wanna put me in a box [Canon:] Nah [Lecrae:] They trying to figure out what category I belong in man [Canon:] There ain't no category for this [Lecrae:] So I figure, let me help them out a little bit [Canon:] I think it's about that time [Intro: Lecrae] I am so authentic, I am so authentic They try to figure me out, but this is not a gimmick Hi Hip Hop. Don't act like you don't know me We got the same momma. Don't you try to disown me I am so authentic, I am so authentic They try to figure me out, but this is not a gimmick Hi Hip Hop. Don't act like you don't know me We got the same momma. Don't you try to disown me [Verse 1: Lecrae] I'm just a mixed breed, call me a day walker Cause I walk in the sun but at night I'm a stalker If you're looking for blood, come run in my lane The vein never runs dry, there is plenty of it mayne I speak an ancient language, they don't understand me It's called the truth, I break it down, they try to reprimand me As long as she spoke it, they try to revoke her They drove her crazy like Morgan Freeman did to Miss Daisy I am not insane, product of the culture I'm what happens when Outkast meets the writings of Moses The views are opposing, but they correlate And me and Christ don't match, but we coordinate If Wu-Tang can spit five percent gems I can talk about Him who died for my sins I'm not a gospel rapper, not a holy roller I'm just a product of grace, spreading hope to the hopeless [Interlude: Canon] See, they trying to put me in the box my whole life. But you know, I stand tall. And it seems like that box is a little too small for me. Church clothes [Verse 2: Lecrae] Feels like I'm {bacbacbac ratatatat}, letting off that truth in here That caged, untamed, strange man. Let it loose in here You may attain your a sane man, put your brain in your main frame But if you can't hang man, you can lose it here And let's be clear, I don't want your approval And I don't thirst for the worthless, my verses will prove it All these empty executives, a lame pursuit And you can tell they are just a shell from their vain pursuits They say they love my music, boy they telling tales They want me sign on a dotted line, but I'm not for sale They want that Jay (I know), they want that Yeezy They want that Lupe, they ain't hearing what you say I beg they differ, I think they do They're listening, cause it's different, and some of them are confused So I'm leaving clues. I give directions I hope they stop at the light before the intersection [Outro: Canon] The anticipation is over, here it is. Changing lives one by one. Another cla**ic for you all to ride to. I go by Don Cannon, The One Man Army, back to back with the homie Lecrae