Give You That Truth Trip Lee

You probably wanna hear me spit bout cash
Bout my chicks and the clips I'ma whip out fast
Bout my whips, what I sip in a crystal glass
You love this which makes the crucifix sounds bad
But I don't trip, I let my light shine inside
I work for Him everyday like a nine to five
I'm gon ride wit Christ, man to crime I died
And for Him I get busy like my line was tied
You probably wanna hear drugs and thugs
Fun with bub and ya boy looking for love in clubs
But nope! I already found some love above
And we don't have to get smashed cause the Son was crushed
You just might wanna hear about some major dough
If that's the case move on, I preach the Savior bro
I don't flow to boast of toting heat and pistols
But to reach you and lead you to read epistles

You might them folks that spit bout smoke and the clip they tote
But we gon give you that truth
Even though some bored when we talk about the Lord, we some soldiers at war
We gon give you that truth
You might want that cute tees and Timbaland boots 22's and coupes
But we gon give you that truth
We ain't talking bout change we liftin up His name, to die is gain
We gon give you that truth