Non-fiction Lyrics - Lecrae

Yeah, it's all fact no fiction 

It's my interpretation 

You wanna know how it went down? 

I'll tell you 

Check it, ah 

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 

(Lets do this) 

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 

And Ben startin' up reach records, was all I needed 

I hit the road on the weekends to do a show 

Aint 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 gotta go 

But I did it, and I was on a mission 

And lil by lil a couple of em would get it 

Was rappin' in the hood and folks broke down cryin' 

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That's when I knew this was bigger than me and bigger than rhyme 

This is all fact, it's not fiction 

You wanna hear the truth, pay attention 

And if I never gotta mention 

Still do it for the love and the mission, yeah 

My interpretation, is not a fiction 

Fast forward just to get later 

I just drop my first album and I'm feelin' like I made it 

Goin' all around the world tryna tell them 'bout the savior 

And I ain't trippin' we ain't really gettin' paper 

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 music kinda major 

I moved away to Memphis it was hot as the equator 

And gunshots every night will make you 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 college started workin' on a rebel 

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, yeah 

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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 gotta mention 

Still do it for the love and the mission, yeah 

My interpretation, is not a fiction 

Its 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 pad 

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 

Surrly after I got a hold of Tims 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 

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 

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 out of time