Letra de ' Die For The Party ' de Lecrae

I was wrestlin' like, should I write a verse?
The culture got enough clout-chasin' vultures out here
Tryna prove they worth, they need attention
They can't imagine me not tryna make myself look bigger off of this Kendrick mention

I can't imagine his position
Before I got on my mission I was a party victim
I bought the party favors
I use my trauma, my single mama

To justify commas to pay the devils wages, woo, huh
That probably went over they heads
Basically what I said is
I was government fed
Bred for doin' time in the feds, but Jesus bled
Insead of puttin' dents in they head, He turned His

My cup runneth over with nonsense
They hearts grow colder, they love to do evil, they burn they conscience
I want the dealer's head who gave my cousin fentanyl
Labels exploitin' rappin' addicts, man, I'm sick of y'all

My daddy ran with Compton Cryps, my uncles Piru
Stuck in the middle of this madness, what should I choose?
I should be choosin' between Howard and Hampton
I love the people that I ran with but look at the damage

You want me put you on, but I know you still with the scammin'
A crooked doctor took advantage and hooked me on Xanax
It's killers sittin' in they cell for takin' somebody innocent
And they don't even feel no remorse, the worst ignorance

But when I take a look in the mirror
The blood of Uriah's on my hands, 'cause I'm that killer
Who had Bathsheba in his quarters, I'm that-
Who let Eve taste the fruit of death, I'm that sinner

I deserve death along with these liars and hypocrites
Fake tough rappers who fabricate they predicaments
Fake-deep guru pushin' voodoo on the people
Tellin' folks that my God ain't real, that's real evil

Huh, I wonder what Lecrae would do
Hopefully seek the hand of God and tell 'em that he's incapable
But truthfully, I'm nobody to judge
My good deeds are like some period blood stains on a dirty rug

All that I can offer them if Jesus' love
I know it sound foolish to many, like really that's all you got for us?
Yeah, the cross is foolish to the perishin'
The world'll call me weak, and the saints'll say I embarrass 'em

I walk through valleys full of evil, I'm aware of it
I can't condemn the world and burn all of the heretics
Love is patient, so I'm trustin' in the narrative
And Christ ain't watch the party die, He died instead of it