I'm here with my 116 Clique representatives

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

[V.1 Lecrae]

New Jerusalem, that's my home

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

No shame in the message, that's the 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 ain't strapped, we don't smoke that dro

We ain't pimpin', we ain't trippin', if we tippin' on some fours

Then you'll probably hear dat Jesus Muzik comin' out our doors

We ain't ashamed, you can call us lame

But everybody gotta die and stand in front of the King

[V.2 Lecrae]

Watch this so you can really know what time it is

God is resurrected and I'm here to glorify Him, kid

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

But we gotta lead em Dipsets to the weight room

I gotta date soon but it ain't soon enough

Father keep pruning us coz it's proven we known for screwing up

I can't front coz the pressure is still thick

And when sin look like the pressure, I'm having to turn quick

Aye sin sick so merk it like John Owen

You knowing Jesus the Christ, you can't pay Him but still owe Him

We shoulda died and been buried for our wrong acts

Instead Christ died and carried them on His own back

This is a known fact but some say that it's fiction

This is our lifestyle, no it's not a religion

See I survived death back in 2002

And religion is not at all what got your boy through

Yeah your boy Crayola, I don't do Payola

No flows full of baking soda, just Jehovah

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

So I ain't worried about eating dog, tryna display the Christ

[V.3 Tedashii]

See we on the block, the ave, avoiding the lane

And we look the same but we different, we bring God to this thing

While being vocal bout the Lord and not a piece or a chain

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

How bout 39 lashes of beating, 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 collapse as He's breathing

The Chief Priest, Stone in the corner that's chief

My Prince of Peace minus the pipe who bore my griefs so no more chiefing

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

We got our crosses on our back like our shoulder blades

It's His death and resurrection that turned about my direction

A stepping toward perfection had nothing to do with me

But the gospel is the power empowering men to bow out

We pounding the pavement taking the message to the streets