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chh - adam prince lyrics

[intro: adam prince]

i don’t know who’s your influence
who got you into it
well, i’m a product of chh, kj and the lecrae
yeah, but where’d you get your flow? i’m talkin’ prolly biggie smalls
uh, what?

[verse 1: adam prince]

i started with minor and mineo
i looked a little more and then i found a video
talkin’ down on christian rap, like hollin’ that it’s wack
but i looked around as ‘crae was sellin’ out a stadium
and so i thought, “how can they be rappin’ for the lord?”
my sunday school teacher said that all rap is demonic
the tv tried to teach me, it was all ’bout sellin’ products
but i listened as konata small was talkin’ ’bout his mama
i found another rapper, he ain’t about the swagger
i listened and it’s aha, said his daddy was a pastor
so is mine, so i liked that, why’s that mean his flow ain’t fly?
all these guys have better lyrics than yo’ mumble rhymes

[chorus: adam prince]

but why’s there no respect?
they never did it for the credit
they raised me on the gospel
with 808’s bumpin’, they were rappin’ like apostles
y’all talkin’ ’bout jay, i’m talkin’ ’bout ‘crae
aye, aye, the quality’s the same
aye, aye, a [?] of fame
aye, aye, or maybe chh
[verse 2: byron juane]

aye, they be talkin’ on they neck to the squad
i got that gas like i’m ridin’ in the car
they throwin’ shots like they order at the bar
couple people up around me ’cause they think that i’m a star
i gotta go, yeah
i know that shorty hit me when she down bad
i ain’t gotta ghost ’bout a contact
when it’s dead, it’s dead, i don’t need contact
my mama and them told me i was blessed
drops when i’m singin’, know they swimmin’ all the rest
’bout time that i get this off my*
’bout time that i get this off my chest
made a play, got a bag like a zip, problems to admit
haters like a trip, feel like my life been on a lift
got a destination
there’s a question with no speculation

[chorus: adam prince]

why’s there no respect?
they never did it for the credit
they raised me on the gospel
with 808’s bumpin’, they were rappin’ like apostles
y’all talkin’ ’bout jay, i’m talkin’ ’bout ‘crae
aye, aye, the quality’s the same
aye, aye, a [?] of fame
aye, aye, or maybe chh
[verse 3: adam prince]

if you’re talkin’ ’bout god, consistently wack
but if you talkin’ a mob, you might go platinum
you got murder on yo’ mind, you’re sorta the romans
why they say the other side is suddenly phony?
if he really made the sky and created light
who are we to say his power don’t extend to the mites?
who are we to say it’s corny like he’s boarded by hillsong
i’m full of the gospel, but rap feels wrong
right, right, right, right, right, they don’t get us
i’ve heard a hundred times that they think it’s sacreligious
blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, are they finished?
i’m not sure if they’re sinnin’ but they seem to me like cynics
lord, give me an arrow so i can shoot ’em some love
if i were you, i’d do like pharaoh, turn they stuff into blood
but i’m not, cool, your love is enough
it’s an obstacle ’cause they hate how i grew up

[chorus: adam prince]

why’s there no respect?
they never did it for the credit
they talkin’ ’bout the gospel
with 808’s bumpin’, they were rappin’ like apostles
y’all talkin’ point of grace, i’m talkin’ ’bout lecrae
aye, aye, the quality’s the same
aye, aye, a [?] of fame
aye, aye, or maybe chh

- adam prince lyrics

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