Lyrics: Won’t Do It For Me

Won’t Do It For Me

Written by: Terrell Lamon Burt

Hook:
Got this, got that, nice whips, loaded gats
Play the field, prone to mac, sleeted wrist, and pockets fat (Oh!)
That just don’t do it for me (Nah!)
That just won’t do it for me
Got this, got that, nice whips, loaded gats
Play the field, prone to mac, sleeted wrist, pockets fat
There’s only so much that you can say
I’mma use my mouth to glorfy Yahweh

Cats be like Comm, how you stay relevant to a lost culture?
I’m in the process everyday and God’s molding the sculpture
Clueless like Stacey Dash and them
Now I’m trying to keep up with more than a Kardashian
I’m not eyeing the rappers who be like smoke this and drink that
Treating the women like garbage, and some take that?
Grab ya hoodies, it’s a cold cold world
I might be on this mic, but I’m not the one who’s thorough
Not commanding this, but the one who does, He does not slumber
Just taking it step by step like Suzanne Sommers
Jesus Christ has to lead, I won’t have it no other way
Not flying solo, need S.O.S. in my crossway
Mayday mayday, crucial breaker breaker one two
I need you Lord, who else can I lean to?
Cranking that and hand clapping won’t do it for me
I need more than jewels to feel alive, to feel free

Only got one distinct goal and it might be unheard
Cuz I could run the whole block and have a track record
That’s the real easy way, this ain’t on my behalf
I wanna introduce everybody I can to my loving Dad
‘Cause all of this goes far beyond the notepad
Where should I start? With His grace or how He cleansed my filthy wrags?
Like Rob Townsend, He gave me more than some heartbeats
Strength’s indefinite, but k-Drama only gave me one beat (Ha!)
And when the track fades out, my appreciation don’t
How can I thank God? My appreciation won’t
I thank Him daily with my life, on or off the mic
I really hope you getting your heart right with God’s given hindsight
And you can’t try to get it right with your own brawn
I was a convict to this music for awhile like Akon
And yea I’m hoping that you liking the flow
But it’s only so you can know the God I’m writing it for (Let’s go!)

Adam was made to love you like T-Mac
I got no game, but by your grace, I’m on the court like T-Mac
No G’s stacked, no glock strapped, Christ got everything intact
Sin’s sacked, that’s a fact, and the Gospel’s not abstract
He boldly paid our penalty
I’m just speaking the truth, but they might tune me out if they not feeling me
And this can’t and it won’t affect my album sales (Why not?)
We already know that this industry ain’t doing too well
It’s shaky, that’s why my trust don’t lie in Jimmy Iovine
My trust is Jesus Christ the Rock, a lion so serene
I’m content with my Yaris over a Land Rover
And I’m cool with dying every morning instead of a hangover
(Uh) But what I’m bout to say, you might think that ya boy’s a scrub
But I ain’t gotta be a man to go get shorties at a club
To be in His presence, ain’t no way that I’m worthy
But He’s the only one that can truly do it for me (That’s right)