Lecrae:
Uh... yeah... it's Wayne Gretzky on his neckpiece
It got him feeling real hefty on his best week
Huh but let see, he say he make it rain
But yet the sky's still bluer than a gas flame
I mean let's make it plain, somebody keep him breathin'
Keep his blood flowin', and keep his heart beatin'
God keep him eatin', and it ain't no secret
Don't get it twisted, God gave him what he needed
My life ain't never been mine, yeah I work hard and yeah I grind
But not to get rich man not to shine, not to get rich man not to shine
And I don't boast much, I don't brag, 'cause everything I got man I got it from dad
And matter fact ain't one thing I have that God ain't put here in my hand
So I say remember that your legs work, 'cause of him
Next time you runnin' for your goals think who's really runnin' it
Everything is under him ' planets, countries, cities, hoods
Don't get it twisted God did it, done it, got it? Good
PRo:
Say they fly, but that's a lie, man they got it twisted
Rings of gold and crispy clothes, man they got it twisted
I bet you think you a god but boy you got it twisted
Tw-tw-twisted, tw-tw-twisted
Get a little bit of money, stack a little bit of cheddar, then we get the game so twisted
20-somethin' inches on a little bit a leather then we get get things so twisted
I bet you think you so hard but boy you got it twisted
Tw-tw-twisted, tw-tw-twisted
Trip Lee:
Yes sir, back on that thang, reflectin' on life an its happiness mayne
Since I was born I had what I needed, when I think back ain't been lackin' a thang
Clothes i rock, soda pop, the home I got, the cash in the bank
The bros I got, the shoes I buy, none of us lacked it was passed from the King
When I think I was growin' up, so many things was loaned to us
We holdin' up on some dough for lunch, and I'd say my grace and then get with the game
Never really thought of his mercy flows, never really heard the words before
Every good thing is comin' down from the Father of Lights like a passionate rain
Yeah tell them to get back, man how they think they get that
The Father gave me gift wrap though he don't have to give jack
We ain't earned a single thing, no homie, don't miss that
He gives because he's merciful now spit that, don't get it twisted
Hey yeah some of us are strugglin' they off in hoods
But still get more than they deserve look all he does is good
He gives freely and he's perfect in his distribution
Don't get it screwed up like you lived in Houston
Thi'sl:
Some things that I think are good in life they make me nervous
Anything my Father give me though I know it's perfect
Anything I get besides my death I don't deserve it
Used to think that I was good to have cash splurging
I was a trap star, sixteen ' phat car
Anything that made me feel good was good, that far
Kept them bangers with me like I'm good, gon' act hard
Even kept that green bay too, yeah ' Brett Favre
See my whole thought of good was out of context
Didn't know what good was 'cause I hadn't seen the Son yet
Ran around with different girls like it was a contest
Young and dumb, foolish too, I was on some nonsense
Thought it was good that the whole hood heard of me
They thought it was good that other hoods wanna murder me
Somebody call the cops 'cause it's an emergency
Now I know what good is ' it's God's love and mercy
