Twisted - Trip Lee, Lecrae, Derek Minor

Do not be deceived my beloved brothers

Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above

Coming down from the Father of Lights

Don’t get it twisted man

It’s Wayne Gretzky on his neck piece

Got 'em feeling real hefty on his best week

But let’s see, he say he make it rain

But yet the sky’s still bluer than a gas flame

I mean let’s make it plain, somebody keep 'em breathin'

Keep his blood flowin', and keep his heart beatin'

God keep em eatin', and it ain’t no secret

Don’t get it twisted God gave him what he needed

My life ain’t never been mine

Yeah I work hard and yeah I grind

But not to get rich man, not to shine (What)

Not to get rich man, not to shine (OK)

And I don’t boast much I don’t brag

Cause everything I got man, I got it from dad

And matter fact ain’t one thing I have

That God ain’t put here in my hand

So I say remember that your legs work cause of Him

Next time you running for your goals

Think who’s really running it

Everything is under Him: planets, countries, cities, hoods

Don’t get it twisted God did it, done it, got it?

Good

Say they fly, but that’s a lie

Man they got it twisted

Rings are gold, crispy clothes

Man they got it twisted

I bet you think you a god but boy you got it twisted, tw-tw-twisted,

tw-tw-twisted

Get a little bit a money stack a little bit a chedda then we get the game so

twisted

20-sum inches on a little bit a leather then we get get things so twisted

I bet you think you so hard but boy you got it twisted, tw-tw-twisted,

tw-tw-twisted

Yes sir, back on that thang

Reflectin on life an it’s happiness mayne

Since I was born I had what I needed

When I think back ain’t been lackin a thang

Clothes I got, soda pop

The home I got, the cash in the bank

The bros I got, the shows I rock

None of us lacked it was passed from the King

So many things was on to us

We holdin up on some dough for lunch

And I’d say my grace and then get with the game

Never really thought of his mercy flows

Never really heard the words before

Every good thing is comin' down

From the Father of Lights like a passionate rain

Yeah tell them to get back

Yeah how they think they get that

My Father gave me gift wrap

Though He don’t have to give jack

We ain’t earned a single thing

Oh homie, don’t miss that

He gives because he’s merciful now spit that

Don’t get it twisted

Hey yeah some of us are strugglin'

They off in hoods

But still get mo' than they deserve

Look all he He does is good

He gives freely and He’s perfect in His distribution

Look, don’t get it screwed up like you live in (Houston)

Some things that I think are good in life, they make me nervous

Anything my Father give me though, I know it’s perfect

Anything I get besides my death I don’t deserve it

Used to think that I was good to have cash splurging

I was a trap star, sixteen, phat car

Anything that made me feel good was good, that far

Kept them bangers with me like I’m good, gon' act hard

Even kept that Green Bay too, yeah Brett Favre

See my whole thought of good was out of context

Didn’t know what good was cause I hadn’t seen the Son yet

Ran around with different girls like it was a contest

Young and dumb, foolish too, I was on some nonsense

Thought I was good, that the whole hood heard of me

They thought it was good that other hoods want to murder me

Somebody call the cops cause it’s an emergency

Now I know what good is — it’s God’s love and mercy