Lecrae - Twisted lyrics
[Intro: Trip Lee] Do not be deceived my beloved brothers Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above Coming down from the Father of Lights Don't get it twisted man [Verse 1: Lecrae] It's Wayne Gretzky on his neck piece Got 'em feeling real hefty on his best week But let's 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 'em breathin' Keep his blood flowin', and keep his heart beatin' God keep em 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 (What) Not to get rich man, not to shine (OK) 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 running for your goals Think who's really running it Everything is under Him: planets, countries, cities, hoods Don't get it twisted God did it, done it, got it? Good [Hook: Derek Minor, Lecrae] Say they fly, but that's a lie Man they got it twisted Rings are gold, 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 a money stack a little bit a chedda then we get the game so twisted 20-sum 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 [Verse 2: Trip Lee] Yes sir, back on that thang Reflectin on life an it's happiness mayne Since I was born I had what I needed When I think back ain't been lackin a thang Clothes I got, soda pop The home I got, the cash in the bank The bros I got, the shows I rock None of us lacked it was pa**ed from the King So many things was on 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 Yeah how they think they get that My Father gave me gift wrap Though He don't have to give jack We ain't earned a single thing Oh 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 mo' than they deserve Look all he He does is good He gives freely and He's perfect in His distribution Look, don't get it screwed up like you live in (Houston) [Hook] [Verse 3: This'l] 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 I was good, that the whole hood heard of me They thought it was good that other hoods want to murder me Somebody call the cops cause it's an emergency Now I know what good is - it's God's love and mercy [Hook]