How should a Christian rap?

Yo, you knew this already, my heart feelin' heavy Grew content with Chevys, but got tired of starvin' bellies My medicine changed, I chose God as my medicine No matter the pain, I'm feelin' good, cause it don't hit the same, I may Rap for God, but still the same on the skill tip, I Still view these rappers as the kids on my field trip, I Still spit fire hotter than hell's esophagus You know that place you go if you don't repent for your sins, ah They thump the Bible thinkin' they really done caught me up Study the Word and I promise, boy, it will shut you up Cause hypocrites carry lists of things they guilty of They reach for sin and think they cool cause they wore a glove How should I rap as a Christian, man How should I carry myself to make you let Christians in What is the image you think I should put on bigger stands Cause all I be seein' is critics lyin', they truth on God's plan I'm, just a messenger, hope you take it and listen Been rappin' so long you think the kids spoiled on Christmas My mission is God's mission, repentance and seek forgiveness Accept Christ as your Savior, and now you are livin', but listen Been walkin' the lane that's filled with change Move mountains through Christ, if I had the faith of a grain The face of a change, that I hang from old chains The reign show that I'm a winner, but this Christ game, yeah Knew some homies who tried to live for the money I told them go seek the son, they told me their days ain't sunny Their bills stackin' the stress packin', that's where they focus, lie And they gon' run in that circle until the day they die I understand the pain, don't get it twisted, man Makin' moves, no money like swimmin' in quicksand All, I'm sayin' is think about where you be layin If God turned you to Uncle Ben when you tried to go Super Saiyan Nowadays I try to move with Christ first Money can buy you liquid, but only the Lord quench thirst I'm a man of many dreams, I want it all But understand, I made the team, don't make the calls Decisions, decisions, we wanna be livin Our lifestyles in private jets, maybe a couple million They wanna make it to heaven, but glorifying the grind Never would you find heaven havin' a hell of a time