Trip Lee Give You That Truth Lyrics

If They Only Knew Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Give Him Glory
  • 2 Who You Rollin' Wit'
  • 3 Gotta Grow
  • 4 Cash or Christ
  • 5 Behold the Christ
  • 6 Good News, Part 1
  • 7 Lookin' for Love
  • 8 Give You That Truth
  • 9 Call Us Crazy
  • 10 Good News, Part 2
  • 11 Cryin' Out
  • 12 More
  • 13 Let 'em Know
  • 14 Why Me
  • 15 Follow the Crowd
  • 16 Self Examination
  • 17 Good News, Part 3
  • 18 Young & Unashamed
  • 19 [unknown]
  • [Verse 1:]
    You probably wanna hear me spit bout cash
    Bout my chicks and the clips I'm a 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 with 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

    [Hook:]
    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

    [Verse 2:]
    How do you like your hip hop music?
    Some like it holy, some like it polluted
    Some like a clique like the 116
    That'll spit even if they don't make one cent
    I refuse to lie like most of these cats
    That do influence lives when they boast in they raps
    And make dudes choose lives where they toting the gats
    But Jehovah's where my hopes in I focus on that
    No sir, we don't rhyme bout guns and knives
    We look to Christ so we got the Son in our eyes
    So we can't but spit bout Christ
    Most hearts are cold that's probably why they spit bout ice
    This our life, submitting to the Spirit inside us
    We like some urban Spurgeons and lyrical Pipers
    We ain't got no songs spitting game to no girls
    But we preach da truth "Welcome to our world"

    [Hook]

    [Verse 3:]
    They like, "Where the guns at dawg, where the weed at?"
    We like, "Kill that homeboy, we don't need that"
    Forget about the dough, 44's, and gats
    We been saved by the blood we gon boast in that
    And point folks to the Father, I hope they hear me flow
    And He brings them out of the grave like the thriller video
    Really bro I hope He uses the truth I spit
    And I don't care if I don't never get a Billboard hit
    We know the world might boo our tracks
    And would rather us pack it up and move on back
    But until I die, for Christ, yeah ya dude gon rap
    And glorify Him with my life, spit truth on tracks
    I bring Christ to blocks, I spit Christ in spots
    But girls I don't wanna see you drop it like it's hot

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