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Ridin' with my top down listenin' to this Jesus muzik Yeah, back on the grind again I know it's been a little while, but it's time again Folks askin', 'Crae, when you gon' rhyme again? I'm like, hold up, give me time, my man See a lot of things change, some stay the same Went from H-Town to D-Town to Memphis, man One thing is for sure, everywhere I go People caught up in their self, money, cars, and clothes, yeah They talk about it all the time and put it in they songs They drive around and play it loud like it ain't nothin' wrong And all they talk about is sinful stuff Got everybody actin' bad, thinkin' that they a thug And they tryna drown me out But, nah, they ain't gon' count me out I got a back pack full of tracts, plus I keep a Johnny Mac so we can pound it out Plus I'm bumpin' these Jesus beats Whenever they seein' me People lookin' all confused 'cause every one of my tunes is screamin' Jesus peeps I was bumpin' that Trip Lee BJ rollin' with me Both our heads noddin' like we dozin' or we tipsy But we ain't been drinkin', man Nah, this song just bangin', man Got us screamin' Jesus out the window While we changin' lanes While we just Ridin', ridin' with my top down listenin' to this Jesus muzik Ridin' with my top down listenin' to this Jesus Ridin', ridin' with my top down, down Top, top down Ridin' with my top down listenin' to this Jesus muzik Ridin', ridin' with my top Ridin', ridin' with my top down Ridin' with my top down, down Jesus, Jesus muzik Ridin' with my top Ridin', ridin' with my top down Ridin' with my top down listenin' to this Jesus muzik Yeah, if you hear that the bass bang, and you see us in your streets That stuff your boy's playin', man, it's gon' be them Jesus beats That stuff we bumpin' ain't that lean with it, rock with it It's that change your life and please let the Rock hear All the stuff that we bump, hear the sound of Christ Romans 1:16; our prayer to Christ Once lost, then found, but we down with Christ In the start, hearts dark, but we found the light Now it's soundin' right So it's all to the good We done found new life, 'cause the Gospel is good In the past, I don't think y'all understood Now y'all done messed up, let us all in your hood We got the windows down, and when we finna cruise We tryna glorify the Lord with what we listen to We bump that Cross Movement We bump that Lamp Mode We 'bout that Jesus music Get up yo' hands, bro It might be screwed and chopped It might be East coast Either way, this Jesus muzik's hot Bump this in your speakers, bro The Lord ain't pleased with that money and weed So if you hear them subs, and you see us up in your streets I might be Ridin', ridin', ridin' with my top down listenin' to this Jesus muzik Ridin' with my top down listenin' to this Jesus Ridin', ridin' with my top down, down Top, top down Ridin' with my top down listenin' to this Jesus muzik Ridin', ridin' with my top Ridin', ridin' with my top down Ridin' with my top down, down Jesus, Jesus muzik Ridin', with my top Ridin', ridin' with my top down Ridin' with my top down listenin' to this Jesus muzik You like music from rap to gospel But you prolly never heard nobody rap the Gospel Different sound, but the Truth's the same With no choirs, no bands, but the Truth remains We got fam and the clique, set the booth aflame St. Louis up to Philly, like Duce and FLAME If you lost in the flow, don't lose the name It's Jesus Christ, the King of the Jews, my man This ain't entertainment, dog, it's timeless Truth Would you rather hear a song about shiny coupes? Nope Non-fat, non-gat, non-killa rap A hundred percent Christ, the blood, spill-a-rap Y'all feelin' that? Rap wrapped up with the Gospel Truth, aye Trip, yo, reel it back Y'all feelin' that? Rap wrapped up with the Gospel Truth, aye Trip, dog, reel it back Yeah, if in our car you hear that boom-bap And you hear some dudes rap It ain't them folks that boast, it's folks that tell you where the Truth's at We don't wanna hear about dimes and dope We don't wanna hear about knives and smoke We don't wanna hear about movin' packs and foolish cats who lie and boast We do wanna hear about Christ, the King Do wanna hear how lives have changed We do wanna hear how God is pleased and theology out the Bible, man This Jesus muzik turn heads, so turn it up and let 'em know In all we do, He's first, and this Jesus muzik's better, bro, yeah Ridin', ridin', ridin' with my top down listenin' to this Jesus muzik Ridin' with my top down listenin' to this Jesus Ridin', ridin' with my top down, down Top, top down Ridin' with my top down listenin' to this Jesus muzik Ridin', ridin' with my top Ridin', ridin' with my top down Ridin' with my top down, down Jesus, Jesus muzik Ridin', with my top Ridin', ridin' with my top down Ridin' with my top down listenin' to this Jesus muzik
Writer(s): Le Crae Moore, William Barefield, Courtney Peebles Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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