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Lecrae - Dirt (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lecrae
Lecrae
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lecrae Moore
Lecrae Moore
Songwriter
Jeffrey Lawrence Shannon
Jeffrey Lawrence Shannon
Songwriter
Jaden Owens
Jaden Owens
Songwriter
Sims Cashion
Sims Cashion
Songwriter
Alexandria Dollar
Alexandria Dollar
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sims Cashion
Sims Cashion
Producer
Jaden Eli
Jaden Eli
Producer
Clark D
Clark D
Engineer
Connor Back
Connor Back
Mixing Engineer
Jacob Morris
Jacob Morris
Mixing Engineer
Juberlee
Juberlee
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah My mama told my uncle he gon' end up on a shirt Took me on a mission, showed me how to put in work They say when you see the opps, you squeeze until it hurt Get me off the block before they put me in the dirt, yeah Dirt, yeah, dirt, yeah, dirt, yeah, dirt Only God can save me, tell my granny, "Read a verse" Ver-se, ver-se, verse, verse Only God can judge me, when He do it might be worse Forgis on my hearse Tell my ma, don't cry 'cause I'ma get up out the dirt (that's right) We was on the county, now it's seafood out in Turks (eat) You can keep the crystals, I like prayer that really works Sipping on some sizzurp Running through the streets, that's why I barely went to chizurch (yeah) When it's demon time, I hope you standin' on your wizord (yeah) They might eat your lunch and send your body home for dessert They might eat your lunch and send your body home for, woo My mama told my uncle he gon' end up on a shirt Took me on a mission, showed me how to put in work They say when you see the opps, you squeeze until it hurt Get me off the block before they put me in the dirt, yeah Dirt, yeah, dirt, yeah, dirt, yeah, dirt Only God can save me, tell my granny, "Read a verse" Ver-se, ver-se, verse, verse Only God can judge me, when He do it might be worse (Yeah) Put in work You don't know God, you don't know your worth My daddy left like it never hurt I got adopted by King of Earth (God) I got arrested, was immature Police ask questions, I never chirp (chirp) Inside the system, they couldn't stand me Back to the block like I won a Grammy Really and truly I fail Back how they made me, a slave in a cell Mad 'cause my mama ain't send me no mail Got on the yard and they making up tales Whoo, yeah, huh, welcome to hell They give you ten if you making a sale Tell them my mental ain't doing too well They talking Jesus, I'm listenin' now (paid attention) My mama told my uncle he gon' end up on a shirt Took me on a mission, showed me how to put in work They say when you see the opps, you squeeze until it hurt Get me off the block before they put me in the dirt, yeah Dirt, yeah, dirt, yeah, dirt, yeah, dirt Only God can save me, tell my granny, "Read a verse" Ver-se, ver-se, verse, verse Only God can judge me, when He do it might be worse
Writer(s): Le Crae Moore, Alexandria Dollar, Jeffrey Shannon, Jaden Owens, Christopher Cashion Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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