Lyrics

Yeah It's real It's really real Aye [Verse 1: Sevin] It's hard to stay clean when your environment admires dirt Gangsta in retirement Realized I was blinded up in my prior work God's grace opened my eyes up to the Messiah's birth But I could still go Wyatt Earp if it gets high alert The streets is crummy A sleazy slum For the diseased and hungry They teach the young how to squeeze a bunny for easy money The evil in they cerebral be speakin' saying they need the money They'll treat you unequal If you ain't feeding ya greedy tummy Dealing with depression Gotta get ya step on Chunks the hood with his right hand And got teflon in his left palm Diss him or even step wrong Get crept on and stretched long That west song hits ya And leaves you twitchin' wit' ya chest gone For us it was hell that Christ bore with no question You could trust the nails that He wore Was no press on Song of life my ballad's hard It's kinda like a salad bar Except I'm gettin' my lettuce with no dresson' Huh You think I give a rip about a hypocrite I hit a lick you hit a chick It's all wickedness isn't it Deceiver leavin' a little sin that you piddle wit Or is it just the ones That ain't coughin' like you That you consider sick See I spit the topics to see my people profit You don't need to pop it so stop it bruh You gon' be a prophet I ain't here to judge the hood I am here to love the hood And if ya'll do not know Christ Let me invite you to His brotherhood If I could just drift away from here I would And you can take all I own I'd give it away The comfort I seek I'll never find out here This world is not my home so would you mob with me I'mma show you how the grind go But I walk by faith here So don't forget your blindfold I promise Yoshua can make your mind blow And I keep God Over Money all the time though Mob with me I'mma show you how the grind go But I walk by faith here So don't forget your blindfold I promise Yoshua can make your mind blow And I keep God Over Money all the time though [Verse 2: Sevin] Aye Aye If it is mobbin' I'm a strict lifer Hot? No I'm a bit nicer Yahweh is the driver I'm just ridin' I'm a hitchhiker In a sick Chrysler Catch me sliding like a pit viper God's touch set me on fire Guess I'm a BIC lighter His father status automatic like a loaded K Left the 99 to find the one that goes astray Used to hang out of the window with a throwaway When I see my enemy I do like the cholo say I'm like Odelay Verily verily The virgin Mary had a child And the law and the prophets both testify of His status pow Martyred for our sin he was slaughtered just like a fattened cow We can be born again through the blood and water Bruh that is wild, yuh That's why we MOB to the death Squad with the flesh Killin the serpent thinking he robbin the nest Was Jesus really a deity is it obvious yes The empty tomb forever testifies He's God in the flesh C'mon And If I could just drift away from here I would And you could have all I own I'd give it away The comfort I seek I'll never find out here This world is not my home so would you mob with me I'mma show you how the grind go But I walk by faith here So don't forget your blindfold I promise Yoshua can make your mind blow And I keep God Over Money all the time though Mob with me I'mma show you how the grind go But I walk by faith here So don't forget your blindfold I promise Yoshua can make your mind blow And I'mma keep God Over Money all the time though I could just drift away from here I would You can take all I owe I'll give it away The comfort I seek I'll never find out here This world is not my home This world is not my home