Mob Wit Me - Şevin

Yeah

It’s real

It’s really real

Aye

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

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

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