Yeah, it's all fact no fiction
It's my interpretation
Wanna know how it went down? I'll tell ya
Yo, Biz turn me up a little
Bit in the headphones man yeah

Check it, uh
I guess I take it back to graduation
Got my degree but writin'
Songs was my fascination
I got a job installin' cable
Then I got promoted
Moved out my momma house but still
This music was the motive
Around this time I'm bumpin'
Tunnel Rats and CMR but Lil' Jon was on the
Radio and on the charts
I got creative took the money that I made
And bought a beat machine now it's
Me and T-Dot up late
And I volunteer at detention centers
To be a leader
I got these young dudes lovin' the
Way I eat the beat up
I ain't wanna blow up just
Wanna give 'em Jesus
Then Ben startin' up Reach Records
Was all I needed
I hit the road on the weekends to do a show
Ain't ask for money but they
Still gave a lil' dough
Just a bunch of wild kids in the front row
Like "You ain't Lil' Wayne, you a lame
Man I got to go"
But I did it, and I was on a mission
And little by little a couple
Of 'em would get it
Was rappin' in the hood and
Folks broke down cryin'
That's when I knew this was bigger
Than me and bigger than rhyme

This is all fact, it's non-fiction
You wanna hear the truth, pay attention
And if I never got a mention
Still do it for the love and the mission
My interpretation non fiction
It's all fact, it's all fact
It's all fact it's non-fiction

Fast forward just a year later
I done drop my first album and
I'm feelin' like I made it
Goin' all around the world tryna
Tell them 'bout the Savior (what else?)
And I ain't trippin' we ain't
Really gettin' paper nah
Nah, I'm about to marry me a lady
I left my old job so I'm praying rap pay me
I drop my next album Jesus Muzik kinda major
I moved away to Memphis it
Was hot as the equator
And gunshots every night'll make ya wake up
Sleepin' on the floor hopin' you
Don't pick a stray up
Soup campbell took me in and got my weight up
Then I flew back to Cali
Started workin' on Rebel
Uh, we had a feelin' it would be a problem
It's like the Lord wrote the whole thing
But at home I was havin' problems
Married life was like a bad dream
Now we fightin' every day
My travel gettin' heavy two
Babies one baby momma
I'm arrogant and self-righteous
Helpin' everybody but
My wife through the drama

This is all fact, it's not fiction
You wanna hear the truth, pay attention
And if I never got a mention
Still do it for the love and the mission
My interpretation non-fiction
It's all fact, it's all fact
It's all fact it's non-fiction

I need a new place new
Grace new city new state
Now we all headed to Atlanta
I'm stressed out tryna lead
Imma bleed myself
Burnin' out I can see the pattern
I'm just writin' my pain over beats and
I'm guessing Rehab was the outcome
I wrote Background at the kitchen table
I thought it wouldn't make the album
Shortly after I got a hold
Of Tim Keller's books
Man I promise you it's like
My whole life changed
Andy Crouch wrote a book
About culture makin'
And after that I had to make a slight change
Ask the homies I ain't do
It for the money man
Nah, I made Church Clothes out of love
And me and Street workin' day and night
Wait a minute, now Gravity is blowin' up
I won a Grammy
And I ain't even trippin' on it
I got a mission that I'm fightin' for
I'm writin' songs tryin' to
Give ya substance
Yeah, I'm writin' songs fightin'
For ya soul we may run at a different pace
But let's continue the race
You runnin' yours, I'm runnin' mine
I promise I left out a lot of details
Well, Gawvi said I'm outta time Writer/s: Gabriel Alberto Azucena, Le Crae Devaughn Moore
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