Believe Lyrics - Church Clothes, Vol. 2 - Lecrae

I came home after a trip to Atlanta, a different planet 

Is where they thought I came from after my ship had landed 

Truth is I had this meeting with God and confessed my sin 

And he gave me this new beginning all I could do then was pen it 

I came home after a trip to Atlanta, a different planet 

Is where they thought I came from after my ship had landed 

Truth is I had this meeting with God and confessed my sin 

And he gave me this new beginning all I could do then was pen it 

All down in my notebook, just a lot of verses 

Me learning how not to curse was like learning to write in cursive 

She still flirting with me even though we up in church 

And I'm fighting to memorize all these verses up in the word 

You would have never seen it coming 

A couple months ago I'm getting high with my cousin 

And fast forward now around campus I am buzzing 

Not really but it felt like that, it felt like rap was just another passion 

Never thought I'd be at the Grammy's talking about my fashion 

You don't believe in God? Well how do you explain what happened? 

I promise we ain't plan it, now Christians unashamed from Zambia to Manhattan 

Still looking for the pattern? Come On 

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What would it take to make you believe? 

More fire from the sky? Another part in the sea? 

The honest truth is, that you ain't got the power to see 

And let me take you on this journey, it all started with me 

Wassup 

What would it take to make you believe? 

More fire from the sky? Another part in the sea? 

The honest truth is, that you ain't got the power to see 

And let me take you on this journey, it all started with me 

Wassup 

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Most of the things I thought I'd never do I did though 

And I ain't nothing but a man standing up on his tiptoes 

Shoutout to Kirk Franklin, but I ain't him 

I'm what happens when hip-hop lets all the Saints in 

I wouldn't call it gospel music, but I'm Christian though 

And this what happen when a Christian flow 

Now it's funny cause I don't really got a home 

And this industry saying leave him alone 

Unless he become a clone 

Have me singing the same old songs, no power in 'em 

But I'm too hard to understand, I'm an algorithm 

And evidently it's evidence I'm a resident 

Of somewhere that you know that you oughta be but you never been 

So try to get used to me, cause I'mma settle in 

Reminding you to settle your heavenly settlement 

A sight for sore eyes, or an eyesore, it don't matter 

I own a label, and guess what, I'mma sign more