[Verse One] I'm not the standard at all and wouldn't claim to be But since Christ snatched me up theres been a lot of change in me I got my world view corrected; I see things eternal Yeah I've got a whole new perspective I don't use drugs or sell I keep acountabilty cause my flesh...yeah it loves to fail I don't go where I used to go I got my number changed twice for the girls that I used to know I don't trip when I pass the cops Cause I'm not making assists; you know trying to pass the rock I don't live life scared of death Cause when I take my last breath The next step is there in text I'm not a legalist and I aint hatin' But there's things I don't and won't do; yeah I read Galatians And I keep reading Ephesians if it's Christ we believe in We should't be confused with the heathens
[Chorus] You gonna ride with us? Nah I don't do that there! You gettin' high with us? Nah I don't do that there! You wanna hit a lick (theft)? Nah I don't that there! Get a couple chics? Uh Unh I don't do that there!
[Verse Two] Man I don't trip of coppin' whips If it aint a DVD you won't catch me pop in clips. I aint worried chains or shoes My God's thinkin' bout whether to change the city sky from Greys to blues I don't care about the famous names Cause when Christ comes back a lot of folks will be nameless man And I aint worried about speakin his name Cause if it wasn't for Christ yeah we'd all be sinkin in flames I don't even wanna "change the game" Your'e favorite rapper got saved last night Yeah that's the aim The world wer'e livin in is simply tempting So I quit consenting to my flesh when it tries to pimp me Until I die or Christ comes to get me I aint doing what this world wants to do Now is ya wit me? (Are you with me?)
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[R-Swift] Yo I'mma keep it short simple and plain I used to fiend for the pimp game Til I got with Christ and switched my aim Flipped my pain to a burden to grab hip-hop, his name and merge it With His word as the plate then serve it Cats are like "who you serve kid?" It's gotta be HIM Who wiped my sin slate clean like Oxy 10 I rock Christ from PA to Dallas R-Swift and LeCrae walk in the Spirit til our feet ache with callous Naw I'm buggin, but for real my point is With Christ life is pointless; this joint is For the prisoners trapped on the block where blasted shots cause cats To drop like temperatures Without Christ and restoration Your chance of makin it is slimmer than Blacks getting reparations Jesus Christ man the Ancient of Days Get with HIM for eternal life and pass the phrase!
