Swagged Out With Tags Out

I was like dag if I hear somebody brag

One more time in they rhyme all about they tight swag

I'm a write back and tell them what they might lack

I ain't mad I just had to find where they minds at

So if it's time to shine and the lights flash

Holding out my fingers to the sky in a tight grasp

Then run like Jerry Rice on a nice pass

Put a spotlight right on Jesus when the mic's passed

I got a white tag plus a bright bag

That matches w/ my sneakers and the jeans got a slight sag

That ain't the meanings where my lifes at

Its only found when I be proceeding down the right path

So if I speak I know they might laugh

But they never seeing what I'm seeing so I ride past

If I stop my breathing he decides that

Until that day just happens I keep leaning now in spite of that

Oh you think you getting?

Oh you swagged out you think you bad now

You getting swagged out just with you're tags out

You think you swagged you on that cash route

You better change now you gonna get mashed out

Hopped up out the bed turned ya swag on

Took a look at ya mirro on ya dad's wall

Said whats up feel good about what you have on

Skinny jeans listening to you're favorite rap songs

All black on fitted cap on

Culture really is who you are don't think that's wrong

Uh uh that's how ye we're shaped

But when swagger so thick we can't see you're faith then

That's when God has got a problem

Bragging about yourself in the contents of ya album

Swagger is really arrogance hiding behind rhyming

Coolness eclipses the glory of God the father

That's inherently wrong

When the glory of our God gets buried in you're songs

So the next time you be on stage

Faith up swagger down so we can seek his face

These dudes content man is so sinful

I made it so simple put it on a slow tempo

They think they pimps but they more like pimples

They making little sense like a pennies and 4 nickels

You grow little you live in compromise

So when you live yo lives you living lies

The only way they big macking was the very time

You combined you're fries with a number one supersized

I'm shooting for the skies so if I land on mars

I let him guide me like the grips on some handlebars

His hands were scarred so here's a battle call

To stand out like hot pink on some camouflage

I'm standing strong in fact I'm standing on

The very rock whether off or the camera's on

Yall can try and knock and go and slam the song

But did you ever stop to think man before you sing along