Swade - anti-trap. lyrics
[Intro] Uh-huh you swear you moving packs imagine that Oh you think you running rap cause you talking crack Okay we finna take it back this that anti-trap [Verse 1] You say you got a lot of soda probably Coca-Cola I saw you playing Clash of Clans on that Motorola Who you kidding boy I know that you a poser Game driving me insane and you the chauffeur Got little homies in the trap and boy they wish they could get out Only thing they talk about is putting food in daughters' mouths So all them guns and rings and things you sing about bring 'em out Oh you thought that your sixteens would hide the fact that you ain't 'bout it Die to live we been about it Live to serve we been about it Indie tribe we been about it All you rap about is violence I would rather hear some silence I been strapping up with knowledge Got a 16 like 3:16 That's d**h and life and love and rising up From serving lifeless things And no more fighting thugs who buying d** We serving Christ the King Because he siphoned blood for dying bloods Was dirty now made clean And than he piled up his brightest stuff Right on a wretch like me And these the darkest days so lighten up [Hook] Okay you braggin' about your gas say you got the Mac Uh-huh you swear you moving packs imagine that Oh you think you running rap cause you talking crack Okay we finna take it back this that anti-trap This that anti-trap This that anti-trap Oh they think they running rap but boy we about to take it back This that anti-trap This that anti-trap Oh they think they running rap but boy we about to take it back When's the last time you saw a crack dealer with a nose? (with a nose) When's the last time you saw a gang-banger in a tight dress Boy that's priceless [Verse 2] Okay they got you thinking that they is the man but boy they lying A man is one who lifts you up not the one that leaves you behind And while all these 50-Cents have been getting rich or dying trying You still stuck off in the trench you losing men and bullets flying He might got the belt to make it many stars like he's Orion But he ain't gonna pay your rent or raise your kids so don't you mind him I mean How much robbing, k**ing, stealing we cosigning I mean Is there hope of something more on the horizon That's why all my homies tribing Trying to give you something different Give you glimpses of the greatest gift a gracious God has given Might not glisten with no glaciers don't be getting groups of women But my saviour gave me vision greater than the guap you grippin' Alright [Hook]