Lyrics 4eva Mobn - Sevin , Faith Pettis , Sevin Duce

For real, huh
Better check your clock bruh
'Cause you gon' definitely need to know what time it is
Ha-ha uh-huh
I'm in love with this thing, for real, okay (c'mon)
Hooked on God in a real way
Let's go, aye (yeah)

HL to the squadron, forever mobbin'
Taking critical embarkments
Hit the road on a mission for the Lord
And we fishing for some souls
Politickin' with my sergeants
Jehovah's the spark in the darkness
And we are the evidence
He gives heart to the heartless
And we saved, not soft anything pops off

The devil will get the cartilage from our fist
God's good, ain't no lacking up in our chips (nah)
We stack it like some bar tips
International departments, huh
Yet we saturating markets
I'm in the car thick with my clique
And we whip it like a starship
Every nigga in it is repenting of his sinnin'
So, we feelin' like we winnin'

And we really out here swimmin' like a Gar fish, huh
We do things to the largest
We move strings like guitar licks
I'm Drew Brees, I'm a marksman
I shoot threes like a hard six
God gave life to the lifeless
And He brought His light to the darkness
He gives might to the righteous
Let Him breathe His life into your carcass

I'm gon' be mobbin' forever
I'll die before I fail
Lord, I adore You
Put this world before you
Say I'd rather burn in hell (hell)
Say I'm gon' be mobbin' forever
I'll die before I fail you
Lord, I adore You
Put this world before You
I'd rather burn in hell, in hell, in hell

Forever mobbin', thicker than a bison
Through the night and strikin' the lightnin'
Built for war, he a Viking
Ride on the devil, he'll strike in
If I doubt, remember this titan
Bless those stretched for the cake and the icin'
Push the line like a space bar, typin'
Bible steady stay sharp as a knifin'
And a still gas like a siphon, huh

Never trippin', no shoestrings
Say I'm different, no 2 Chainz
Mike Jordan in the flu game (game)
Stuck with it like a glue stain
HOG MOBBin' on a blacktop
Bring Christ to the trash spot
Demons getting folded like a laptop
Purple flags off in the backdrop
The Holy Spirit is the mascot

Let's go
Keep a stick of the green for the BO
For the Lord, I'ma shoot it, it's a free throw
Big bro bring life, then we GO
Hit my knees to pray for Tim Tebow
Praise Christ 'til He dry as a raisin
Whole crew fly as a raven
Collide with giants 'cause we some cavemen
Then kiss the face of grace because He amazin'

I'm gon' be mobbin' forever
I'll die before I fail
Lord, I adore You
Put this world before You
Say I'd rather burn in hell
Say I'm gon' be mobbin' forever
I'll die before I fail you
Lord, I adore You
Put this world before You
I'd rather burn in hell, in hell, in hell

H-O-G M-OB, it's the MOB, I ain't talkin' about the cartel
We in the streets where they runnin' 'til the car sells
No Mario, we really steppin' over hard shells
Bring that message to your friend, though, like you got mail
Pushin' the Word, we grind, it's a rock sale

Flesh dead to the world, without a rot smell, huh
I ain't witcha, boy, listen here
The sword that we carry ain't no souvenir
Gladiators for the Lord, we don't get the cheers
They don't understand our path, so we get the spear

Aimin' for the side, you can stick it here
He's my light and my salvation, whom shall I fear
We came from the streets, so He sent us there
Before we will quit, we'll get the chair
He paid for our sin, so we took the fare

The One that died and rose, just to make it clear
We run to the streets like the bell rang for early release
Reppin' the Prince of the Peace
We not concerned with who you want us to be
As long as we slayin' the beast

No denomination
If I'm claiming something
H-O-G M-O to the B
No denomination
If I'm claiming something
H-O-G M-O to the B

I'm gon' be mobbin' forever
I'll die before I fail
Lord, I adore You
Put this world before You
Say I'd rather burn in hell (hell)
Say I'm gon' be mobbin' forever
I'll die before I fail you
Lord, I adore You
Put this world before You
I'd rather burn in hell, in hell, in hell