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