Truth Triggers Lyrics

Feel real good mobbin through the hood don't it

Good peeps good food good fam

And the cuts and the clubs and the traps stay rollin

But God love the trap

Maybe you heard that He lame

Don't care what you heard He ain't weak that's on gang gang

Go to church if you scarred how you figure

Kingdom hitters we pullin truth triggers

I'm from that triple D yep

Dallas, Tx to be precise

Oak Cliff, where they be on the block, pushing shooting dice

Wanna try them, they'll up that thang, boy and won't think twice

And they trap trap trap hard all day and all night

Get it by any means necessary, out the mud like a gopher they diggin

Everybody gone eat so everybody grind hard so the work stay flippin

Won't miss, a quick lick

Any spot, they'll hit (yep)

Gotta feed, they kids

So, they stay moving them bricks

Keep a stash, at the crib

Or in the glove of the whip

And the chics that be in the mix

Will strip just for them chips

At the club, they so stay lit

Fresh outfit Iced out on drip

Won't stop, nope, never quit

So they risking border trips

It's a lot going down in the trap

But still a lotta good in the hood

God's hand not slack won't ease up

Reached down when he sent Jesus

It's so real it's a jungle

Gorillas no glue lace frontal

That's a hundred no fraud

But Jesus Christ is King and is Lord

Feel real good mobbin through the hood don't it

Good peeps good food good fam

And the cuts and the clubs and the traps stay rollin

But God love the trap

Maybe you heard that he lame

Don't care what you heard he ain't weak that's on gang gang

Go to church if you scarred how you figure

Kingdom hitters we pullin truth triggers

Maybe you heard that Jesus people weak

Yeah ye- eh eh eh

Maybe you heard we scared to be in these streets

Woe oh ooh oh oh

Maybe you heard that God don't really see

What you going through or hear you when you fall to your knees

Maybe you heard that He's not really there

And sometimes you be feeling like He don't even care

I know He can take all your pain away

Cuz He a pro at turning all your nights into day

When life gets crazy, and things go sideways

Like granny use to say trouble don't last always

His grace and mercy tarry long yeah yeah it has no limit

He'll send hitters, filled with the spirit straight to your city

Suited we booted full armor yeah yeah it be our fit

Setting captives free with His word strapped to our hip and we don't miss

Feel real good mobbin through the hood don't it

Good peeps good food good fam

And the cuts and the clubs and the traps stay rollin

But God love the trap

Maybe you heard that He lame

Don't care what you heard He ain't weak that's on gang gang

Go to church if you scarred how you figure

Kingdom hitters we pullin truth triggers