Truth Triggers
Feel real good mobbin through the hood don't it
Good peeps good food good fam
And the cuts and the clubs and the traps stay rollin
But God love the trap
Maybe you heard that He lame
Don't care what you heard He ain't weak that's on gang gang
Go to church if you scarred how you figure
Kingdom hitters we pullin truth triggers
I'm from that triple D yep
Dallas, Tx to be precise
Oak Cliff, where they be on the block, pushing shooting dice
Wanna try them, they'll up that thang, boy and won't think twice
And they trap trap trap hard all day and all night
Get it by any means necessary, out the mud like a gopher they diggin
Everybody gone eat so everybody grind hard so the work stay flippin
Won't miss, a quick lick
Any spot, they'll hit (yep)
Gotta feed, they kids
So, they stay moving them bricks
Keep a stash, at the crib
Or in the glove of the whip
And the chics that be in the mix
Will strip just for them chips
At the club, they so stay lit
Fresh outfit Iced out on drip
Won't stop, nope, never quit
So they risking border trips
It's a lot going down in the trap
But still a lotta good in the hood
God's hand not slack won't ease up
Reached down when he sent Jesus
It's so real it's a jungle
Gorillas no glue lace frontal
That's a hundred no fraud
But Jesus Christ is King and is Lord
Feel real good mobbin through the hood don't it
Good peeps good food good fam
And the cuts and the clubs and the traps stay rollin
But God love the trap
Maybe you heard that he lame
Don't care what you heard he ain't weak that's on gang gang
Go to church if you scarred how you figure
Kingdom hitters we pullin truth triggers
Maybe you heard that Jesus people weak
Yeah ye- eh eh eh
Maybe you heard we scared to be in these streets
Woe oh ooh oh oh
Maybe you heard that God don't really see
What you going through or hear you when you fall to your knees
Maybe you heard that He's not really there
And sometimes you be feeling like He don't even care
I know He can take all your pain away
Cuz He a pro at turning all your nights into day
When life gets crazy, and things go sideways
Like granny use to say trouble don't last always
His grace and mercy tarry long yeah yeah it has no limit
He'll send hitters, filled with the spirit straight to your city
Suited we booted full armor yeah yeah it be our fit
Setting captives free with His word strapped to our hip and we don't miss
Feel real good mobbin through the hood don't it
Good peeps good food good fam
And the cuts and the clubs and the traps stay rollin
But God love the trap
Maybe you heard that He lame
Don't care what you heard He ain't weak that's on gang gang
Go to church if you scarred how you figure
Kingdom hitters we pullin truth triggers