[Intro:]

A yo man let that beat drop on em

Yea, oh you know I'm liking that right there

Wats good yall 

It's yo boy Lecrae

Some call me crezy

I'm here with my 116 clique representing to you

We just want to put it down for the Lord Jesus Christ

City to city and state to state, we keep running into more 116 clique members

People who are unashamed of the gospel of Jesus Christ

Let me tell you where we're from dog…



[verse 1:]

New Jerusalem, that's my home

Let me put it in a song, so you'll never get it wrong

No shame in the message, that's the reason I live (reason I live)

Christ up in every song, He's the reason I'm here

All they rhyme about is guns, money, sex and drugs

Eighty percent of these dudes is fictional thugs

We don't kill nobody, we don't rob no stores

We don't trap, we aint strapped, we don't smoke that dro

We aint pimpin, we aint trippin, if we tippin on some fours 

den youll probaly hear dat Jesus music comin out our doors(comin out our doors)

we aint ashamed, you can call us lame,

but everybody gotta die and stand in front of the King



[chorus:]

We unashamed, unashamed

Unashamed, unashamed 

Unashamed, unashamed 

Unashamed, unashamed

Unashamed, unashamed

Unashamed, we unashamed

Unashamed, unashamed

Unashamed, unashamed

We unashamed



[verse 2:]

Watch this so you can really know what time it is

God is resurrected and I'm here to glorify Him

Ma Jesus, Jesus, ma Jesus might make a great tune

But we gotta lead em dipset to the weight room

I gotta date soon, but it aint soon enough

Father keep pruning us, cause its proven we known for screwing up

I cant front cause the pressure is still thick

And when sin in looks like the pressure, I'm havin to turn quick

A sin sick, so merk it like John Owen

You know when Jesus the Christ you can pay him, but still owe him

We shoulda died and been buried for our wrong actions

Instead Christ died and carried them on his own back (What?)

This is a known fact, but some say that its fiction

This is our lifestyle, no its not a religion

See I survived death back in 2002, 

And religion is not at all what got your boy through

Yea your boy crayola, I don't do payola

No floors full of baking soda, just Jehovah

I get played to the left more than I get paid to write

So I aint worried about eating dog, tryin to display the fight



[chorus]



[verse 3:]

You see me on the block, the ava void in the land

We look the same, but we different

We bring God to this thang

While being vocal by the Lord and not a piece on chain

But don't get it twisted, its reasons these boys unashamed

How bout 39 lashes of beatings, they laughing and teasing

These blasphemous heathens reject the passion of Jesus

He fasted from speaking even with nails bashed in His feat, and the cross,

He gasping and wheezing, His lungs collect as He's breathing

The chief priest stone in the court of this chief 

My Prince of Peace minus the pipe who bought my grief so no more chiefin

But like the rims that hit the curb (curb) we call em shoulder blades

We got out crosses on our back like our shoulder blade

This is death and resurrection that turned about my direction

Stepping toward perfection had nothing to do with me (do with me)

But the gospel is the power and power been men to pow out

We powed in the pavement takin the message to the streets



[chorus]