Hands Up Lyrics - Church Clothes, Vol. 2 - Lecrae

They say the places we venture a Christian shouldn't dare 

Homie, that ain't holiness, it's fear, you scared 

Homie, I swear, I won't sin by osmosis 

Nope, I got a blood bought prognosis 

From the age when shoulder blades held ghetto blaster 

No such thing as Christian rap, but rappers who believe 

Stand your ground, pound the mic consistent with the truth you speak 

You could watch the gospel stand on its own two feet 

Really ain't that unique, y'all just never seen it 

Unlike the elephants we won't let you ignore 

Like arenas full of white kids all singing along 

Make convos in the green room filled with awkward pauses 

Don't think I don't know em, when they don't trust and it's all love 

We just came to provide y'all the soundtrack of life 

Like around here a life's like sounds from the mic, right 

Every creed and color with their 116 tats 

More humble rapper-tees all with their hands up 

Understand before Grammys and stellas it was bars from the cellar 

That soar higher than cellular 

Less net worth, can't tell you my net worth 

I ain't got a clue, low dough was never fuel to choose the type of tool we using 

Just who and when, we could better prepare you to make amends with the savior 

Destroy your turntables, say 

And you ain't got to understand, just hands up 

And if you from the West that's W's up, it's all love 

You and I know we both can't afford to ignore, hands up 

East to the west, y'all, hands up 

L.A. to the Bay, y'all, hands up 

Hands up, everybody everybody, just hands up 

Hands up 

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(Shout out to my man, Propaganda, from the mighty mighty Humble Beast 

My name is Lecrae, I represent Reach, 116, unashamed believers) 

Ayo, dial the seven digits, call a chemist 

I compound underground sounds with pronouns so pronounce 

Our name right, rappers who take a stand, B-Boy 

Pop the lock on minds of these slaves until they free, boy 

Mischievous soul who don't get it, so we spit it 

Where the smoke is blowing loud and the crowds are looking frigid 

It's cold on the road, so the bars got to be hot 

Christians want the message, but the world want to be shot 

So I give 'em both until they choke but truthfully 

If one side say you dope, the other think that you a joke 

Let me clear my throat as I provoke you with these quotes 

I got a Grammy in the closet, but I trade it for the hope of the people 

'Cause these days evil 

If you ain't seen Jesus, you don't want to see the sequel 

People holla 116, 'cause they know we represent 

Something bigger than the dollars and the cents 

Still it don't make sense that I rock with killers in dark tents 

Drinking liquor 'til they thinking of speaking in past tense 

And it's past tense with pastors and past friends 

Who don't understand the mission in some of my actions 

Get your hands up 

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And you ain't got to understand, just hands up 

And if you from the West that's W's up, it's all love 

You and I know we both can't afford to ignore, hands up 

East to the west, y'all, hands up 

L.A. to the Bay, y'all, hands up 

Hands up, everybody everybody, just hands up 

Hands up