Swade on the Track

[Intro]
Uh-huh you swear you moving packs imagine that
Oh you think you running rap cause you talking crack
Okay we finna take it back this that anti-trap

[Verse 1]
You say you got a lot of soda probably Coca-Cola
I saw you playing Clash of Clans on that Motorola
Who you kidding boy I know that you a poser
Game driving me insane and you the chauffeur
Got little homies in the trap and boy they wish they could get out
Only thing they talk about is putting food in daughters' mouths
So all them guns and rings and things you sing about bring 'em out
Oh you thought that your sixteens would hide the fact that you ain't 'bout it
Die to live we been about it
Live to serve we been about it
Indie tribe we been about it
All you rap about is violence
I would rather hear some silence
I been strapping up with knowledge
Got a 16 like 3:16
That's death and life and love and rising up
From serving lifeless things
And no more fighting thugs who buying drugs
We serving Christ the King
Because he siphoned blood for dying bloods
Was dirty now made clean
And than he piled up his brightest stuff
Right on a wretch like me
And these the darkest days so lighten up
[Hook]
Okay you braggin' about your gas say you got the Mac
Uh-huh you swear you moving packs imagine that
Oh you think you running rap cause you talking crack
Okay we finna take it back this that anti-trap
This that anti-trap
This that anti-trap
Oh they think they running rap but boy we about to take it back
This that anti-trap
This that anti-trap
Oh they think they running rap but boy we about to take it back

When's the last time you saw a crack dealer with a nose? (with a nose)
When's the last time you saw a gang-banger in a tight dress
Boy that's priceless

[Verse 2]
Okay they got you thinking that they is the man but boy they lying
A man is one who lifts you up not the one that leaves you behind
And while all these 50-Cents have been getting rich or dying trying
You still stuck off in the trench you losing men and bullets flying
He might got the belt to make it many stars like he's Orion
But he ain't gonna pay your rent or raise your kids so don't you mind him
I mean
How much robbing, killing, stealing we cosigning
I mean
Is there hope of something more on the horizon
That's why all my homies tribing
Trying to give you something different
Give you glimpses of the greatest gift a gracious God has given
Might not glisten with no glaciers don't be getting groups of women
But my saviour gave me vision greater than the guap you grippin'
Alright
[Hook]