Kj-52 - Swagged Out With Tags Out lyrics

I was like dag if I hear somebody brag One more time in they rhyme all about they tight swag I'm a write back and tell them what they might lack I ain't mad I just had to find where they minds at So if it's time to shine and the lights flash Holding out my fingers to the sky in a tight grasp Then run like Jerry Rice on a nice pa** Put a spotlight right on Jesus when the mic's pa**ed I got a white tag plus a bright bag That matches w/ my sneakers and the jeans got a slight sag That ain't the meanings where my lifes at Its only found when I be proceeding down the right path So if I speak I know they might laugh But they never seeing what I'm seeing so I ride past If I stop my breathing he decides that Until that day just happens I keep leaning now in spite of that (swagged out with my tags out with my tags out) Oh you think you getting? Oh you swagged out you think you bad now You getting swagged out just with you're tags out You think you swagged you on that cash route You better change now you gonna get mashed out Hopped up out the bed turned ya swag on Took a look at ya mirro on ya dad's wall Said whats up feel good about what you have on Skinny jeans listening to you're favorite rap songs All black on fitted cap on Culture really is who you are don't think that's wrong Uh uh that's how ye we're shaped But when swagger so thick we can't see you're faith then That's when God has got a problem Bragging about yourself in the contents of ya album Swagger is really arrogance hiding behind rhyming Coolness eclipses the glory of God the father That's inherently wrong When the glory of our God gets buried in you're songs So the next time you be on stage Faith up swagger down so we can seek his face These dudes content man is so sinful I made it so simple put it on a slow tempo They think they pimps but they more like pimples They making little sense like a pennies and 4 nickels You grow little you live in compromise So when you live yo lives you living lies The only way they big macking was the very time You combined you're fries with a number one supersized I'm shooting for the skies so if I land on mars I let him guide me like the grips on some handlebars His hands were scarred so here's a battle call To stand out like hot pink on some camouflage I'm standing strong in fact I'm standing on The very rock whether off or the camera's on Yall can try and knock and go and slam the song But did you ever stop to think man before you sing along