Lyrics

Instrumental Produced by Pushkeyz

Set Trippin like an actor with a bad limp
My 2018 something like tire blimp
Taught Ben gymnastics, so now he gotta flip
Your whole church set tripping, so I had to dip
They set trippin, They set trippin, what dat be bout (repeat)

You fast food, this right here that homemade
Your real life ain nun’n like you portray
It’s Facebook, how some of yall straight bible donkey
Is you telling me to glow and air my dirty laundry?
Its Sunday morning too much perfect in these fake faces
Cause the one they looking up to, got a temptation
Called Judgement, leading us into enslavement
Then you wonder why in sin we get so entangled
Before you leave the house, put makeup on every blemish
Cause if they see it, they might never hear the ending
Cause if they see it, they might never let you praise dance,
Never let you sing or teach, treat you like a stage hand
Its like they Diddy, you just trying to make the band
Members set tripping, they too committed to a man
Jesus walked like He was perfect, cause He is the one
Nowaday, being like him just ain good enough
Instead being like Him you thinking you is the Son
Instead being like Him you thinking you is the Son
You ain picking up no Bible, read no stories huh?
Every disciple tackled his faults to find his glory huh?