Trip Lee Follow

Oh yea they talk a lot, they say that they walk it out
they say that this: they makin' chills, their cake's legit, don't baller block or call the cops
They think they something
Better not say they aint or fake or frontin'
Otherwise their duns will ride with guns inside their range or somethin'
But that's what all their songs about
They long for wrong
They all about how they the stuff
And they discuss how they all go that baller route
But me I take that smaller route
The ballers, I'm gunna call 'em out
And say to dudes the King is true and that's what I'm going to talk about
Look I aint got no cocky flows bout dollars copped when rockin' shows
or girls that pop and drop it low or glocks that I'm going to lock and load
It's not for show or lots of dough
I do this for His name
To get it out, not to get mine exposed
Don't do this for the fame
No time to flow bout shiny clothes, or shoes, or golden chains
My mind is sold to the God who rose
His truth is on my brain
While the average cat is backwards spittin battle raps
Wrapped up in their habit of blasting cats, I'm rappin' bout the Master's acts
Most cats just can't fathom that
But I don't want the spotlight
It's not right
I'm not tight
I rep Him when I rock mics
Don't be lookin' at me
you see me, just look on past me
I'm nothing special, just a vessel, service makes me happy.

If you're lookin' for a superstar I aint the one your searchin' for
I came to bring some worship bro
He's perfect I'm just dirt below
if your looking for a superstar don't look at me you got me wrong
I've been a sinner all along
Just look at Him and not the song

What you lookin at homie? Get your eyes up offof me
The credit bro its not for me but the One who took the cross for me
He's holy, I ain't choose Him, He chose me, oh no He sought for me
Bought me, got me clean home boy
Get it right!

What you lookin' at sista? I aint nothing but dust bro
Who must go and rep his name
He gave me grace to trust so
I'm nothing more than anybody else up in the front row
They think I'm special
But I aint much though, no!
Get it right!

What you lookin' at homie?
Now I don't mind the autographs and pictures
But I aint all for that
I'm preachin' Christ and fallin' back
My mission is to lift up the risen who put the cross on back
I'm spittin' to help 'em follow that vision
Get it right!

Hey what you lookin' at sista? Forget about my name and stuff
I aint no entertainer but hope this is entertaining just
so cats can hear his name discussed and trust the God I
came to trust
His grace is enough for savin' us baby
Get it right!

If your'e lookin' for a superstar I aint the one your searchin' for
I came to bring some worship bro
He's perfect I'm just dirt below
if your looking for a superstar don't look at me you got me wrong
I've been a sinner all along
Just look at Him and not the song
(repeat)

Get your eyes off me! I'm just dust from the ground! Put
your eyes on Him! Christ the Son with the crown! I aint no superstar! I aint no superstar! (repeat)

If your'e looking for a superstar just look at him and not the songs!