Lyrics Amen - Sevin
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!
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