Mob Wit Me

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 hung
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