W.L.A.K. - Misconception Pt. 2 lyrics

[Verse 1: Dre Murray] One woman in my living quarters And I ain't throwing dollars to a side chick Ciroc didn't play a part at all I comb through it and this the woman that I picked Wedding band on the left hand Head first into the moshpit And when that Marvin come on I don't have to be cautious You messin' up that good music when you add the Consequence Tryin' find forever minus God use your Common Sense We set fire to your box, keep your four squares I hear you hating from the crowd screaming, "4 Squares!" Yeah we Christian thats neither here nor there The track still getting chewed up, homie four pairs [Verse 2: Swoope] We say they missing out and that don't make no sense, eh? YOLO's a no show for repeat, we syndicate Following their pa**ions while we following the Master So we sorta kinda imitate following what Sensei Synonym, sin in ‘em And its the sin in us if we keep it Benjamin But the difference is that this life didn't pleasure us Tried to let it rule us but that ruler didn't measure up So they question us living as king “How He change your name to peace?”, you ain't get the metaphor Let me write it down life's more than spinning wheels Christ bought the foul, you can pick that letter up [Hook: Christon Gray] We're flawless and we think we're better Its official got it all together We don't want em getting the wrong impressions Cause that ain't real thats a misconception Been a struggle only Jesus kept us And we still fall, so its hard to get up We don't want em getting the wrong impressions Cause this is real ain't no misconception [Verse 3: Alex Faith] Got a girl on my arm but thats my wife though And I don't need a side piece, I don't like those Lil' mama working that body why she's eyes closed Say his pockets way too fat they need lipo Twenty racks make it rain sparkles on them bottles Lift em up, shorty bad, she look like a model Rollin up, smoking loud, this is what we follow Past that, looking back things are kind of hollow I never be slaved to them O's and commas Or that Gucci, Polo, Louis Vuitton, and Balenciaga And miss me all together you talkin' squeezing that llama We Live As Kings only mean we living to please the Father [Verse 4: Christon Gray] Don't approach me, better unproach me My words were so k**er even the gun quotes me, steel Battle rappers murder, they probably quote me still So sorry that I hurt em, and yo I hope they heal Had to peel appeal 'em was the mirage But homie that wasn't real they still live in they garage They got trend setters and hell raisers We stay in our own lane we trailblazers We all trail, we all failing constantly Easy, thats a tall tale, apostrophe But we playing to lose all, a new sport So tell 'em we bruise hard [Hook] [Verse 5: Lecrae] They throw stones, I just pick em up and build (somethin') I write in braille so these listeners can feel (somethin') I guess they figured if they k** us then we'll cease They forgot this problem started when they crucified our leader (frontin') And who is we? We just some raggedy believers Some hip-hop hybrids who married Mother Teresa (huh?) So they think but they don't get to know me They throw me out their circles for being a square (lonely) Homie out the abundance of my heart, you hear my art speak And I don't fit in your genre, don't try to box me But punch me in, I'm tryna give this beat a beating Pleading with your eardrums until they bleed the blood of Jesus (Jesus) But wait I know you think this here is gospel rapping Its more like bringing balance, these rap scales full of crack and The streets told me real k**ers move in silence Then how come all these rappers out here talking violent (shhh) But lets take all your preconceptions or your misconceptions That I'm something other than you with a different direction I'm south side Chicago, I'm southwest Atlanta I'm Compton with manners, I'm good truth and bad grammar [Hook]