Price Tag (feat. Trip Lee)

[Hook]

We're trying to show them that for Christ we live

Help 'em understand for Christ we die

Man the cost is high (high)

You gon' say ya good byes

Cause part of you gon' have to die

Yeah, the cost is high [x2]

[Verse 1:]

The God man is came, I'm trying to help 'em understand this thing

How we lift Him up and stand for His standards man

He's running this thing and if you wanna run with the King

Then it's gon' be some giving up of some things

For some who ain't with the Son it might sound like something insane

But for us who living it, we loving this thing

The Spirit tucked in our frames

His love flowing through the blood in our veins

Finishing the race pays off like we was running for change

Since we've been saved that's our steelo

But it ain't nothing in me bro

When they see me they call me crazy, like I was Cee-Lo

He humbled us; put us under the One like we was zero

But we don't flee, we gon' seek to please Him

Is we gon leave, No

No we live and die for the Father

Making disciples, recycling Christ

His light is inside us

Holla, we see the price that He was willing to pay

The true cost followed the Father even into the grave

Yeeaaaa

[Hook:]

We're trying to show them that for Christ we live

Help 'em understand for Christ we die

Man the cost is high (high)

You gon say ya good byes

Cause part of you gon' have to die

Yeah, the cost is high [x2]

[Verse 2:]

Black tie, black suit welcome to my funeral

29 years in this life and I gotta few to go

Long as I live I'm a die, it's unusual

Couple ways in which I die and I want you to know

I love Sean's line, seen hot baby phat

Won't wear Sean John, won't see that on my lady's back

No I ain't gon' blind, won't stare at a ladies back

Side when she's going by, rib like baby back/ Yes sir I'm gon die like 1980's rap

Older in the faith now, outgrown Baby Gap

But some of what I struggled with is internal

The kind of stuff that you only write in journals

The kind of stuff that'll injure you

That's why I got certain channels on my television blocked

Plus I let some friends go, got up out that fish bowl

Even though I hurt knee deep inside, man I know I gotta die

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]

I know some, dudes that are Christians that produce for the wicked

And I know some musicians that use their gift in the church

But the same musicians that use their gift in the church

Produce and play for the wicked, but they call it work

And they try to justify and say that it's just a job

But that's the customized line, that they use to compromise

Just adjust the knob on your radio

Here we go, another song a saint produced

Is producing lust and lies

It's another side to the coin, I know you know where I'm going

This is bigger than trying to stay employed

And I'm so convinced that's it's more

Cause if these same producers were writers, they wouldn't write for Playboy

O boy, I know I sound kinda stern

But if they majored in communications they wouldn't work for Howard Stern

I know they're more concerned about the dollars earned

Then they all God's glory I ain't talking outta turn

When you help the same people that's working against the Kingdom

You ain't taking it back by force, you making matters worse

And they all try to get off by saying I ain't the star

It's like saying I ain't robbed the bank man I just drove the car

You ain't gotta shoot the ball to put points on the board

All you gotta do is pass to help the other team score

So even if you on the board you still guilty as charged

On that tour, by the way God didn't open that door

[Hook]