Toston - Trifecta Lyrics

Jesus Christ
We love you, God
That's who we do it for, God
Jesus Christ

I gotta pray on the regular
Knocking my hustle but shawty still climbing up
They called me corny but they got to hear it Cause I make that music they mama love
Would y'all get a load of this barnacle
We ain't playing games
This ain't a carnival
Please don't bring up my sins cause they washable
Peep the gang cause we moving some furniture

They give me love, dapping me up
'Til that pressure hit the ceiling fan
Boosting me up, call me the plug
They be like Toston, girl, you the man
They be like Toston, bruh, you the goat
I be like Jesus keep me afloat
He be the reason I'm merkin shows
Got me in the club catching the Holy Ghost.
All of that cappin and perping be sending me
You really ain't who you pretend to be
All in the camera pointing AKs and glizzys
Aiming at your invisible enemies
I ain't got a thang to hide
I ain't trippin off working an 8-5
You can say what you but it's already written
The revelation will be televised
& if I'm carrying, I got a license to do it
Negative energy: I ain't into it
I know I been changed. Lord knows I been through it
I came a long way and I don't wanna prove it
Blocking your blessings. You gotta stop
Praising his name till my body drop
You bout that drama? I ain't in the mood
Cause I still gotta work on my attitude

I gotta pray on the regular
Knocking my hustle but shawty still climbing up
They called me corny but they got to hear it Cause I make that music they mama love
Would y'all get a load of this barnacle
We ain't playing games
This ain't a carnival
Please don't bring up my sins cause they washable
Peep the gang cause we moving some furniture
I gotta pray on the regular
Knocking my hustle but shawty still climbing up
They called me corny but they got to hear it Cause I make that music they mama love
Would y'all get a load of this barnacle
We ain't playing games
This ain't a carnival
Please don't bring up my sins cause they washable
Peep the gang cause we moving some furniture

God is good all the time
Tell the truth cause the devil be lyin
I ain't got time to relax and recline
But I do it just to ease out my mind
Gotta be choosy. This ain't a movie
Brodie, I'm living reality
God is the only one using me
They mad cause I ain't who I used to be
I get to bussin on the mic
Church looking at me like I just done struck a nerve
If it ain't godly I gotta swerve
Mind your business if you see me hit the curb
Already said that I'm on the move
Look what that money will make them do
Look how that envy will make them act
Got them bending over backwards to ruin you

I gotta pray on the regular
Knocking my hustle but shawty still climbing up
Okay

Chest plate, Jesus Christ, of righteousness
We love you, God