Json, Trip Lee - What It Do lyrics
[Json, Trip Lee - What It Do lyrics]
Hey what it do
Does the truth came down your avenue
Givin' you that 20
20 but no need for attributes
So see that Christ is king well
What's inside your treasure chest
Don't know why God? We murderers
We kill the flesh
We serve the best He crush the
Rest I thought I told you
Our King so great He
Makes Alexander look mediocre
Now hold up, no sir, boy you must be trippin’
The resurrection from Christ affliction
Has been redemption
If you say we rippin’ but don't
Get it you should reverse it
Come back to the first look how 'cause
Christ is the top of your purpose
So what you stoppin’ for? Go give
Them what they askin’ for
Christ loved us so much he died for sin
High metaphor look at the picture boy we in
This grind we goin’ true
Like Catholic sinners we bring our
Confessions right into the booth
100 fruit's go blend it in
This here is absolute
Like Tropicana juice we bear the fruit
Now tell me
Hey whatchu do?
Daily dyin’, I ain't mine, I belong to him
Hey whatchu do? Holy grind, all the time
On the grind for him hey whatchu do?
Renew my mind, all the time
When I'm in the streets hey what it do?
You might find me
And mine when you’re on the streets
That’s what it do
Already make it do what it do
That's what it do
Already make it do what it do
That's what it do
Already make it do what it do
That's what it do
Already make it do what it do
That's what it do
Hey you got questions for me like what
I'm doin’ on a daily basis?
I love the light and hate the dark
Since I been saved I'm racist
I'm trying to rep the God who saved me
Said he’d trade me places
And by his grace my ways was
Straightened like them legs with braces
I'm tryin’ to grow up in the
Faith forget them baby skaters
That's why I'm training every day like
I play for the Lakers
My crew reveal with Him man
We took his grace and drank it
Some call it drunk in the Spirit
But, you might say I'm wasted
And cats is burnin’ to know
What's poppin’ after the music stops
And them curtains is closed
Yes sir we servin’ and we worship Him
We certainly go
And hit the curb 'cause cats is hurtin’
And this world doesn’t know him
That's why we servin’ in whole
We reimburse as we go
Gettin’ to cats so they can know Him
They can learn and be grown
This life is harder when my
Back’s on the wall
But remind myself that my own self is dead
Casket and all
I rep Christ (rep Christ) ’cause I know for
My sins he was martyred
I die with him so say
Hello to the dearly departed
Perhaps you might hear me rappin’
I'm not nearly an artist
The fact is I happen to
Spit like I'm really retarded
Was weary hearted when Christ came in
And then did an audit
Saw that the law demanded that
Every man would live Godless
But then he switched my aim
Gave me a new direction
I live to lift his name
Hope you see a reflection
I resemble my daddy, not in physical either
I personally inherited his character feature
(that's what it do)
So yeah my pants is baggy
And still my fitted lean
But, if my head cause me to
Sin then bring on the guillotine
See my actions have stopped since
I'm attached to the Rock
Who died and popped out the
Grave like a Jack-in-the-Box
Who you know murdered death huh?
Well then death couldn't murder
It's Christ the King we rep
With every breath we give Him worship
Does the truth came down your avenue
Givin' you that 20
20 but no need for attributes
So see that Christ is king well
What's inside your treasure chest
Don't know why God? We murderers
We kill the flesh
We serve the best He crush the
Rest I thought I told you
Our King so great He
Makes Alexander look mediocre
Now hold up, no sir, boy you must be trippin’
The resurrection from Christ affliction
Has been redemption
If you say we rippin’ but don't
Get it you should reverse it
Come back to the first look how 'cause
Christ is the top of your purpose
So what you stoppin’ for? Go give
Them what they askin’ for
Christ loved us so much he died for sin
High metaphor look at the picture boy we in
This grind we goin’ true
Like Catholic sinners we bring our
Confessions right into the booth
100 fruit's go blend it in
This here is absolute
Like Tropicana juice we bear the fruit
Now tell me
Hey whatchu do?
Daily dyin’, I ain't mine, I belong to him
Hey whatchu do? Holy grind, all the time
On the grind for him hey whatchu do?
Renew my mind, all the time
When I'm in the streets hey what it do?
You might find me
And mine when you’re on the streets
That’s what it do
Already make it do what it do
That's what it do
Already make it do what it do
That's what it do
Already make it do what it do
That's what it do
Already make it do what it do
That's what it do
Hey you got questions for me like what
I'm doin’ on a daily basis?
I love the light and hate the dark
Since I been saved I'm racist
I'm trying to rep the God who saved me
Said he’d trade me places
And by his grace my ways was
Straightened like them legs with braces
I'm tryin’ to grow up in the
Faith forget them baby skaters
That's why I'm training every day like
I play for the Lakers
My crew reveal with Him man
We took his grace and drank it
Some call it drunk in the Spirit
But, you might say I'm wasted
And cats is burnin’ to know
What's poppin’ after the music stops
And them curtains is closed
Yes sir we servin’ and we worship Him
We certainly go
And hit the curb 'cause cats is hurtin’
And this world doesn’t know him
That's why we servin’ in whole
We reimburse as we go
Gettin’ to cats so they can know Him
They can learn and be grown
This life is harder when my
Back’s on the wall
But remind myself that my own self is dead
Casket and all
I rep Christ (rep Christ) ’cause I know for
My sins he was martyred
I die with him so say
Hello to the dearly departed
Perhaps you might hear me rappin’
I'm not nearly an artist
The fact is I happen to
Spit like I'm really retarded
Was weary hearted when Christ came in
And then did an audit
Saw that the law demanded that
Every man would live Godless
But then he switched my aim
Gave me a new direction
I live to lift his name
Hope you see a reflection
I resemble my daddy, not in physical either
I personally inherited his character feature
(that's what it do)
So yeah my pants is baggy
And still my fitted lean
But, if my head cause me to
Sin then bring on the guillotine
See my actions have stopped since
I'm attached to the Rock
Who died and popped out the
Grave like a Jack-in-the-Box
Who you know murdered death huh?
Well then death couldn't murder
It's Christ the King we rep
With every breath we give Him worship