Running, running ‘til the fear is gone, don’t know where I’m going Don’t know if I’ll make it home, tell Mama I’m sorry I know that I’ve made mistakes, tell her it ain’t easy I’ll see her on judgment day I lost my way (x8)
[Verse 1: Lecrae] And tell the pastor to pray for me, I’m gone Ay look, tell my mom and my partners who knew me since I was younger I’m ‘bout to sell out for fame and a couple dollars Probably seen me on TV, standing with girls in bikinis Bragging on money and things that I had to borrow They knew it, I blew it, fame and fortune got to me Keeping it real will keep you broke, I’m out here looking for glue You wanted real hip-hop, I’m sorry ‘Cause this VIP is free and all these girls want to party So, super producer, pop singer, plus the yola Now they got my record spinning, trying to sell you cola Ah man, what happened? I started moving too fast Traded the craft for the cash so now you do the math Subtract the heart and the art you make for the people You end up with a whole lot of zeros feeling like a zero I use to be a hip-hop hero, now I’m just a victim of my ego I lost my way, yeah, I lost my way Mama, tell ‘em I lost my way Lord, I lost my way, yeah
Crazy can’t nobody relate to nothing real no more They want something fake, they want something fabricated, it’s crazy Can’t nobody relate when I say, when I say
[Verse 2: King Mez] When I say riding in the Hyundai, happy it’s the weekend ‘Cause I know Verizon won’t disconnect my cell on a Sunday They killed my Uncle Heli for nothing, I hate this gunplay I can only talk to you from my soul, it’ll pay off one day One thousand, I got to be like an open book, we're spitting It ain’t the car you drove, it’s the road you took to get it that defines you Forget all that faking, whipping and soda Spending their life savings in front of a club promoter Like they got it like that, man that’s a kid on that car Acting like he bought it like that, you only get me so far You ain’t no artist like that, art ain’t loud, it’s thought provoking And often the biggest words come from those who are softer spoken For the ice and the cream they be Baskin' and Robbin' At gunpoint, they love it, I pray you ain’t walking beside ‘em At one point, we fought together, made 'em stop all they lies But now we lie to ourselves in that we don’t realize Lord, help us