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