Gotta Grow Trip Lee

[Intro]
T-Stone, what it do, man, yeah
Somebody wave yer hands like dis (like dis)
E'erbody wave yer hands like dis (like dis)
Yeah, y'all can dance to this (yeah)
Yeah, y'all can dance to this
Less git it, less git it man (less git it man)
Less git it, less git it man (yeah)

[Verse 1]
I wasn't never the type that's tryna kill folks
Nothing too bad maybe dabbled in a lil smoke
A lil lust, but wasn’t never seen as a bad dude
Was livin for myself dreamed of wealth and makin cash move
Was told of a savior who raised named Jesus
That paid full of grace and I did believe it
They told me He would hold me and I was blessed wit Christ
I’m like, "I get to go to Heaven? Man I’m set for life."
But after that, I was just ya average Sunday Christian
Up in church wit my bible, back Monday sinning
Up in the school yard trying hard to blend in
Was acting dead as a carcass, far from livin
I was all up in the world, I was just like the rest of them
Called myself a Christian, but would sin with the best of them
I wouldn’t share my faith or read my Word it's crazy
I was a immature believer, a spiritual baby