[Hook: Fred Council]
You see me for who I really am (really am)
Not what I pretend to be
You see me for who I really am (really am)
Not what I pretend to be
You see it, You see it, You see it (not what I pretend to be)
You see it, You see it, You see it (not what I pretend to be)

[Verse 1: Eshon Burgundy]
Look on my clothes
See through my skin
My blood is the river in which the Holy Spirit swims
Born with the proclivity to take sure revenge
On each one of my enemies, but instantly that era ends
I'm in my new era like my snapback
And that P on top for the city I'm from
Tweet that, put #philly as the hashtag
Back to the issue, my initial revelation
I stunt my growth when I lay hold onto self-preservation
You got me Lord, You got me Lord, I know you do
But they shot me, Lord
You talked to me and You pulled me through
Them bullets ripped through my flesh
Could've seen death and they're missing my mess
Would've seen Hell if it wasn't for grace
They can see it on my face, they can read my texts
They can hear my raps, smell Your breath
But if I fail to confess
Then the truth come out in the light
So with me they won't be impressed
Tell 'em I exaggerate in some lines
I procrastinate with my time
Tell 'em I'm self-conscious, health-conscious
Against Heaven I still commit crimes
But despite of it all, I honor the call
And I know salvation is mine, it's mine
[Hook: Fred Council]
You see me for who I really am (really am)
Not what I pretend to be
You see me for who I really am (really am)
Not what I pretend to be
You see it, You see it, You see it (not what I pretend to be)
You see it, You see it, You see it (not what I pretend to be)

[Verse 2: Eshon Burgundy]
On a normal day I'm Daddy
My wife be calling me baby all the time
I'm holding down my family
Ain't got no time to be rapping all crazy, good man
I live my life to give my life
Do I always do it right, I think not
Even though it may look like [?] on sight
And I'm living a good life and it may look nice, but uh
Think twice, two times, every story always got two sides
Every coup always got two thugs
But who cares, man, it still can't fly
In the street there's a round of applause
New Year's, they clap at the sky
I can never pull a gun out on God
Much less cock it and fire
Without the proper attire
But I'm still serving
Doing fine, staying within the lines of the righteous confines
But I'm still swerving
I ain't perfect, but imperfection don't make me worthless
It's a blessing You built these churches
Beneath the surface of His servants who He purchased
We submerged in our purpose
And what I've learned in His Word says
I'm blood bought, that currency is currently
Running through my veins
Y'all visit I might be gold-plated
But in the eyes of God I'm still the same
Submission style like a jet
With my head low and my arms raised
Y'all see me when I plant the seed
But He see when I'm praying for rain, I'm praying
[Hook: Fred Council]
You see me for who I really am (really am)
Not what I pretend to be
You see me for who I really am (really am)
Not what I pretend to be
You see it, You see it, You see it (not what I pretend to be)
You see it, You see it, You see it (not what I pretend to be)
You see it, You see it, You see it (not what I pretend to be)