Christian

Yeah, yeah

Come on

Let's go

Look at my feet, that's Christian

Look at my coat, that's Christian

Look at my hat, that's Christian

I'm a Christian

Look at my feet, that's Christian

Look at my coat, that's Christian

Look at my hat (yeah)

I'm a Christian (let's go)

Walking with a limp 'cause I've been hurt, they think I'm pimping

I'm just tryna make it home to kids, Homer Simpson

Ridin' through the street, looking for my roof when it came up missing

When I'm in the paint, I'm Ron Artest, I ain't stun, no Pistons

Look at my feet, that's Christian

Look at my coat, that's Christian

Look at my hat, that's Christian

I'm a Christian

Look at my feet, that's Christian

Look at my coat, that's Christian

Look at my hat, that's Christian

I'm a Christian (let's go)

Not your friend (not your friend)

I'm a C-H-R-I-S-T-I-A-N (I'm a Christian)

How you gon' say you gon' pull my card? You don't know my pin

They hate when I'm drippin' in church

Shoulda seen they face when I wore again (yeah, yeah)

Where I come from (East Atlanta)

I've done done some things that I'm not proud of (ain't proud of)

So I can't let these haters get me wound up

So I thank God that He saved me made me Christian (I'ma Christian)

Baptize my chain, Holy water hittin', yeah

Walking with a limp 'cause I've been hurt, they think I'm pimping

I'm just tryna make it home to kids, Homer Simpson

Ridin thru the street, looking for my roof when it came up missing

When I'm in the paint, I'm Ron Artest, I ain't stun, no Pistons

Look at my feet, that's Christian

Look at my coat, that's Christian

Look at my hat, that's Christian

I'm a Christian

Look at my feet, that's Christian

Look at my coat, that's Christian

Look at my hat (Yeah, yeah)

I'm a Christian (let's go)

Coulda been wildin' in South Beach, had to make decisions

Staring in space like That's so Raven, looking at visions

Diamonds on me breakdancing off my wrist, time is ticking

When the shot clock go 3, 2, 1, I don't plan on brickin'

I don't wanna be social with your girl, gotta keep my distance

I believe in God and not coincidence

And I thank Him every day and He like: Don't mention it!

Free the bros, they innocent

Tell them go and don't sin again

It's time, no Timex

More like Richard Millie, I'm so confident

Telling me my outfit match my spirit, that's a compliment

When they were straddling, I had to jump the fence (and I ain't gotta say Twelve)

And now they trying to catch up like they condiments ('cause I mean well)

'Cause I'm eating well as a Christian

I'm a Christian

Walking with a limp 'cause I've been hurt, they think I'm pimping

I'm just tryna make it home to kids, Homer Simpson

Ridin thru the street, looking for my roof when it came up missing

When I'm in the paint, I'm Ron Artest, I ain't stun, no Pistons

Look at my feet, that's Christian

Look at my coat, that's Christian

Look at my hat, that's Christian

I'm a Christian

Look at my feet, that's Christian

Look at my coat, that's Christian

Look at my hat, that's Christian

I'm a Christian