AMEN

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah! For Real! GOD over Money! Forever Mobbin' bruh! HOG MOB Nigga, yeah I'm fully convinced of this thing you feel me? Yeah I've seen it with my own eyes I've felt it with my own heart, yeah ay Ya digg? [Verse] My whole city is a cemetery, brains buried in smeared guts The proof of my sorrow ain't carried in tear ducts, nah I don't fear much, they be buckin' here I slept in my bucket here and crept like a buccaneer I came from beneath dust just like an Arabian tomb To glow like the Mesopotamian moon I ain't playin' I learned to bang in the womb They still got they baby teeth mane Beef's what I mainly consume Yeah I washed it down with the deuce double dash Lights out with the sawed off -- Double blast Hoping to feed LORD my soul will be restored Before I leave my enemies deported to the morgue Huh I'm so famished won't manage to last Without encouragement for nourishment the cannon'll blast Get ready for the famine or you planning to crash Like high speed with eyes squeezed and both hands on the gas When I sleep I see a man in a mask That's why I feel I gotta keep enough heat To turn sand into glass No weapon formed against me prospers But I'm overly cautious hit my knee I go to war at these altars You can tell he's a soldier even strolling he marches Got an army of HOG MOB warriors and archers Born in the storm where we poor and they starve us And every part of my heart grew as cold as the arctics From an era where my state's death toll is the largest And I'm still losing them to the tomb and multiple charges Yeah, he ain't know that the cats he serving Had been plotting on his stacks since he last observed 'em You could almost hear his casket urging "relax!" Then they swerve through the trap in that black suburban And this is when a normal day becomes the active version HKs lift your face like a plastic surgeon He ain't get to let his plastic serve him It's too late for that, no headstone dog We ain't got no cake for that No high-priced coffin with the brass on the crown Just a plot with fresh grass and a plaque on the ground The angel of death's here and he came for his reckoning I pray to the Saviour from the manger in Bethlehem Cause they betrayed Him on the creep and tied Him But He still turned His cheek when they beat and tried Him And His niggas said, "JESUS if it's beef we ridin'" Then His closest homie Pete denied Him You ain't read about Him? He even seen the faces of the peeps That He healed in the streets up in the people crowdin' Now the Greeks and the Hebrews doubt Him Desired Him to die they hung Him high And threw some thieves beside Him And He still kept the peace inside Him Lift His head to the sky and said "They dead LORD please revive 'em." [Outro] Yeah, see I can't speak for you I can only speak on what I know What I've seen, what I've experienced you feel me I ain't wanna live, I ain't want God but here I am, haha It's cause He's real! For real! GOD over Money Forever Mobbin' yeah!