Christmas Trap

[Part I] [Verse 1] I'm tryna lay hands on the dead and they come back to life I ain't just rappin' to rap, boy, I'm tryna see miracles Flow not typical, nah, I ain't even hit my pinnacle God say He got more in store like Apple iPhone 4, like Yeah, we gon' touch generations This a whole revolution in the makin', uh Too many flows, I said it before But now they believe me, uh, had me on repeat I was like, "God, do you love me like Keke?" He said yes, now I'm preachin' to the people like T.D.​ Raised from the dead, you ain't gotta get high no more Get low, let's pray on the floor, I used to roll papers Now I'm flippin' new pages in Bibles, that's a revival People wanna be like you, be your biggest critic Wanna judge, American Idol Boy, we saved by grace, boast in Him alone Don't feel entitled, uh Paul said "Run your race, don't compare yourself to me I'm not your rival" Child of God, I claim my title It's vital, let's rock, uh [Part II] [Verse 2] They be like, "God don't like that you rappin' on trap beats He don't even like that you rappin'" I was like, "Word? Let me ask God, that's not what I heard," huh See that religion, tradition and Pharisees, Sadducees stuff for the birds We out here speakin' the word, makin' disciples Tryna make Satan suicidal Big mad, yeah, I'm tryna make him mad Why you mad at me too? I thought we was family, why you tryna make me enemy Like Christ ain't die for me too? Come on It almost had me confusin' 'Til I remembered who the author of confusion was God preparin' a table for me right now If you my enemy, go and pipe down, let's go, uh