Amen - Şevin

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?

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.»

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!