Lyrics

[Verse 1] I got my hop and my hippin'/ Gospel I'm spittin'/ My Pops has written His thoughts I'm not trippin'/ I drop my writtens for blocks that's not gettin'/ What I got/ plus I drop/ 'cause it can rock Christians/ Who are rocked by the God who's not in our pictures/ But in God's Son we watched Him drop in our mixture/ It is not popular still I've got to chop with men/ Who will stop for a hot second to just listen/ Ladies too/ ladies you all cute/ you bat an eye/ But nobody is exempt, we all in Adam die/ So I just straight pull up/ "Jesus"—what up?/ Go right in like it's life or death—bullet/ In all the way/ some stay 'cause they feel us/ Others walk away or say, "Whatchu talkin' 'bout Wilis"/ I'm talking 'bout heaven's head resident/ Like y'all talk about every dead president/ [Hook] Um hum/ Why your God on the tuck?/ Um hum/ O why He in the cut? (2x) Got swagga in that music/ Chatter in that music/ Yeah God might use it/ But that ain't how God do it. (2x) [Verse 2] (You know what)… If I was an "ordinary rapper" I would be fine/ Design my rhymes around whatever makes me shine/ Quickly make a beeline/for a dope "me" line/ Talk to the felines/hoping they say "He's fine"/ That was the old me, I'd rap like that I/ Now think that's just blowing smoke like a crack pipe/ That mic's now for bringing that life to cats my/ Path's light/ all because of Jesus my flash light/ I don't wanna force Him/ I wanna floss Him/ Raps aren't commercial/ but I wanna endorse Him/ He was in that grave man/ Call him Captain Caveman/ We don't have a cow/ holy cow—death it just grazed Him/ Lord of all, you ought to call Him that/ 'cause He's lifted up/ Sure as you ought to call a chicken that/ if he clucks Jesus is the man can you grant me that?—fifty bucks/ Who can take away your sin/not cover that/ like sippie cups? [Verse 3] I've been on the Internet/ seeing where men are at/ Shame, nothin's really changed/ I'm no longer into that/ I no longer club/ I know longer puff/ I don't thug/ I ain't hangin' on the corner with the drugs/ This is not a boast, I'm just saying I was stuck/ I was cuffed/ Jesus came and I laid it down like a rug/ You say I found religion/ I just say I found love/ A beggar telling other beggars, "hey I found grub!"/ This is sort of like them lepers in the book of 2nd Kings/ Knew people were starvin'/ then one day they found some "bling"/ They began to party/ eat and drink—they partied/ Then they cried out, "this ain't right man we should tell somebody"/ Oh—this is how God do it man/ this is what God chooses man/ Through preaching that's foolish/ don't know this you're clueless/ If you do let's do this/ with it you're not fruitless/ But without it there's no doubt/ just hang it up like Judas/