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Lecrae

While there’s no sure route to carving out a significant presence in the music industry, there’s always something to be said for remaining true to one’s self. Since arriving on the scene with his 2004 debut Real Talk, Lecrae has been occupying two different yet not entirely opposing worlds: the sacred and the profane. Which is to say that his art, not unlike his life, has been as much about inspiring the streets, and about justice, freedom, and interrogating real-world issues, as it is about his personal journey of faith. His music has long served as a call to arms for those willing to sacrifice for a cause beyond themselves. Still, he won’t be boxed in to any genre or made to serve as a poster-child for any particular agenda. Following a host of celebrated … more »

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Runnin' my, runnin' my race
Runnin' my race
Runnin' my, runnin' my race
Runnin' my race
Runnin' my, runnin' my race
Look at my pace
Runnin' my, runnin' my race
Runnin' my, runnin' my race

Runnin' my race, yeah
My training never been basic
They run from problems we face, yeah
Team ain't nothin' to play with
Shh, what you gon' say when it's time? (Time)
We had to die to survive ('vive)
Nobody get out alive ('live)
I was in danger, He got my faith up
They just out runnin' wild, nothin' to chase there
We tryna win it all, don't wanna waste it
Never been qualified, still in the race, yeah
Uh, I'm 'bout to lace my cleats, I gotta face my feats
Take your seat (yeah), or you can race with me (uh)
Take all my guns, but they'll never take my peace (yeah)
I got the light on my side, I run in the dark
But still I can see every stride
And they told me, "Give up or die"
I just replied, "Too late, I already died"

Did it (yeah), done it (whoa)
Took a lotta Ls, still won it
Twenty (yeah), thirty (whoa)
Headed to the endzone, runnin'
Cut it (yeah), cut it (whoa)
What they say don't mean nothin'
When they throw hate, I love it
Put me in the game, let's run it
Runnin' my, runnin' my race (yeah, yeah)
Runnin' my race (okay)
Runnin' my, runnin' my race (yeah, yeah)
Runnin' my race (okay)
Runnin' my, runnin' my race (yeah, yeah)
Keepin' my pace
Runnin' my, runnin' my race (yessir)
Runnin' my, runnin' my race

When they look at me, I know they wonderin', "What is he?"
Chicago 1s is on the feet and solid ground is underneath, huh
I'm a nepo baby
A son in His eyes, He sharin' the prize
I told Him, "It's levels, baby," my assets ain't bezels, baby
Oh, yeah
I just hit my stride, bro, winning easy don't exist
That's why I got tatted Sweet Victory up on my wrist
My life a movie, call Spike Lee, I need a biopic
Found my fit, smell sweet aroma when we speedin' by your clique, huh
You act differently, bruh, unique energy, bruh
Ain't no killer in your chemistry, yuh
Walk in these shoes
Every win I ever got came after redo
I was carried, sound like somethin' He'd do

Did it (yeah), done it (whoa)
Took a lotta Ls, still won it
Twenty (yeah), thirty (whoa)
Headed to the endzone, runnin'
Cut it (yeah), cut it (whoa)
What they say don't mean nothin'
When they throw hate, I love it
Put me in the game, let's run it
Runnin' my, runnin' my race (yeah, yeah)
Runnin' my race (okay)
Runnin' my, runnin' my race (yeah, yeah)
Runnin' my race (okay)
Runnin' my, runnin' my race (yeah, yeah)
Keepin' my pace
Runnin' my, runnin' my race
Runnin' my, runnin' my race

I don't wanna chase after the wrong thing
I don't wanna idolize a flawed dream
I can't play my role inside the wrong scene
Wrong scene, wrong scene

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