Lyrics of 'Rejects (feat. Lecrae)' by Christon Gray

[Lecrae]
Listen, I think they think they know me, I think they think they get it
Some holy water, crucifix 'n mix it with some lyrics
But this ain't that and that ain't rap
We're going in, lock the front door if I ain't back
They feelin you, Crae, it's cool, I respect it
But I won't be a slave to acceptance
I got my co-sign from the master, so Maranatha
They like the flow, oh they go'n love the message (for real?)
Nah, I'm sure that they'll reject it, but that's what they supposed to do
Don't wanna see, they opposing views
Say they married to the game, but man, they souls stay itchin'
She never hit the spot, I guess that's why they call her misses
My snap back fitted, the choir robe didn't
And I don't play church, partna, this is what I'm living
Hey Bun call from Texas, told me: Crae, I get it
You are no impostor, you spit it how you live it
Them inmates tellin me keep spittin 'n don't quit it
Cause when that music play they ain't worried about the sentence
25 to life, boy, the dead has risen
So tell Sing Sing the king is coming back to get 'em
I'm so reckless with my message, I don't care tho
Call me a weirdo, but I'm an heir though
And if I say it, then I mean what I say
Boy, I live for The Truth and I die for The Way

And when that inspiration hit me I write it, while try to fight it
If I'm thinking too hard, don't try it, they'll never buy it
And if they don't buy it, they don't buy it, okay, I get it
They want inherited wealth, so I'm giving them the business
You are not your momma, your daddy, whatever happened
You are not the product of all of your life's misshappnins
That is just a lie that you tell yourself when it's tragic
But I believe in miracles, I don't believe in magic
Made in His image, most of y'all don't hear me
Looking for identity in the things that you givin'
The gift, not the giver, man, it's cold in the winter
When you base your life's existence on looking like you's a winner
That S class Mercedes, Bugatti, and that Bentley
Won't fit up in my coffin when I die, can't take em with me
But still I let em tempt me, they show me what I'm worth
But none of then can solve my problems or my hurt
Reject me

[Christon Gray]
This is not the first time
I'm far from just gettin my feet wet
And this won't be the last time
I tell the world about your love and they tell me I'm a reject
Yeah, they look at me like a reject
Go and treat me like a reject
Cause if it's how you treated my King
Then, for Christ's sake, all I wanna be is a reject