Trip Lee - Twisted lyrics

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 pa**ed 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 pa**ionate 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 d**h 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