Non-Fiction

Yeah, it's all fact, no fiction

It's my interpretation

You wanna know how it went down?

I'll tell you

Hey yo, Biz, turn me up a little bit in the headphones, man

Yeah, check it, uh

I guess I'll take it back to graduation

Got my degree, but writing songs was my fascination

I got a job installing cable then I got promoted

Moved out my mama house, but still this music was the motive

Around this time I'm bumping 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 and (Let's do this)

I volunteer at detention centers to be a leader

I got these young dudes loving the way I eat the beat up

I ain't wanna blow up, just wanna give 'em Jesus

And been starting to reach records was all I needed

I hit the road on the weekends to do a show

Ain't ask for money but they still gave a little 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 little by little, a couple of them would get it

Was rapping in the hood and folks broke down crying

That's when I knew this was bigger than me

And bigger than rhymes

This is all fact, it's non-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, non-fiction

Soft pack, soft pack

Soft pack, it's non-fiction

Fast forward, just a year later

I done dropped my first album and I'm feeling like I made it

Going all around the world tryna tell 'em 'bout the Savior (What else)

And I ain't tripping, we ain't really getting 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'll make you wake up

Sleeping on the floor hoping you don't pick a stray up

Soup Campbell took me in and got my weight up

Then I flew back to Cali, started working on Rebel

We had a feeling it would be a problem

It's like the Lord wrote the whole thing

But at home I was having problems

Married life was like a bad dream, yeah

Now we fighting every day

My travel getting heavy, two babies, one baby mama

I'm arrogant and self-righteous

Helping everybody but my wife through the drama

Yeah, this is all fact, it's non-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, non-fiction

Soft pack, soft pack

Soft pack, it's non-fiction

I need a new place, new grace, new city, new state

Now we all headed to Atlanta

I'm stress out tryna lead, I'ma bleed myself

Burning out, I can see the path

I'm just writing 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

Surely after I got a hold of Tim Keller's books

Man, I promise you it's like my whole life changed

Andy Crouch wrote a book about culture making

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 outta love

And me and Street working day and night

Wait a minute, now Gravity is blowing up

I won a Grammy and I ain't even tripping on it

I got a mission that I'm fighting for

I'm writing songs, tryna give you substance

I'm writing songs, fighting for your soul

We may run at a different pace but let's continue to race

You running yours, I'm running mine

I promise I left out a lot of details

Well, Garvey said I'm outta time