More songs by Lecrae
Description
Main Artist: Lecrae
Main Artist: Jackie Hill Perry
Producer: Pluss
Composer Lyricist: Lecrae Moore
Composer Lyricist: Jackie Hill Perry
Composer Lyricist: Asheton Hogan
Composer Lyricist: Jaylon Jenkins
Composer Lyricist: Da Kidd Half
Composer Lyricist: Omar Alfanno
Lyrics and translation
Original
Say keep it on your hip, don't lie.
You don't wanna take that trip, don't ride. Please just keep it real with me.
Cross my heart, dot my I, tuck that fire, tell no lie. Don't lie.
You don't want that smoke, don't want that fire. Don't lie.
You just chasin' a high, ain't satisfied. They try. Still can't fill that void they feel inside. Don't lie.
Don't lie, don't lie, don't lie. Uh, yeah. Prolly think I do this for the pesos.
-For the pesos.
-I just preach the message, I can't save -souls. -Can't save you.
-Might put fifty rappers on a payroll. -Grrah, grrah.
Just so we don't have to hear them same songs. You been torn.
You got foreigns, you got toys, you got charms.
You got diamonds dancin' on your neck and twerkin' on your arms. They got a lot of me. I know you Hollywood.
-Yeah.
-I know you actin' and you got a part of -me. -Please.
'Cause I don't flex for the 'Gram.
I been 'bout that action, I guess it's a bottle service 'cause you poppin' it. Ran up the check and you ain't got no doctorate.
You ain't got opposition, you got opposites.
Say you the one, ain't no maybe, no probably. I check the policy, yeah, it expired.
They say they killers, they wearin' a wire. Demons just fillin' your head up with lies.
If we gon' kick it, you ain't gotta lie, uh. Don't lie. You don't want that smoke, don't want that fire.
Don't lie. You just chasin' a high, ain't satisfied. They try.
Still can't fill that void they feel inside. Don't lie. Don't lie, don't lie, don't lie.
Yeah.
You at the bottom of lake.
In favor the devil, your level, you better get rebel, go tell Lecrae.
These sinners be mentionin' bezels, I bet if it's Bethel, the ladder don't matter to Jacob, his daddy, "Come sit on my lap.
" Big mama, your arm is comin' for cap. New era form, this is facts. They air swamps, but I be.
Z's comin' for their sleep.
Try to be honest, they callin' me cray, my God, what a reach. How high? Ain't the method man, only blunt for the Son, I'm free.
Sojourn the truth, run into a booth, give us sixteens, ooh-wee. They lyin' to me.
Tell me they love me, I'm dyin' to see. Cross gettin' heavy, I bet you assignment to
Pete while the rooster's ridin' the beat.
Ooh, truth tellers are my best friend with my left hand. I'ma swear on the Bible. Tell the whole truth.
May you be blessed -and. . . -Don't lie.
Say keep it on your hip, don't lie.
You don't wanna take that trip, don't ride.
Please just keep it real with me.
Cross my heart, dot my I, tuck that fire, tell no lie. Don't lie.