| Yuh
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| I’m mobbin' till they take me out
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| Yeah
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| Screaming Father would you save your child
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| It’s on my momma they can hate me now
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| And I put that on God I’ll never break the vow
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| Yuh
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| I’m mobbin' till they take me out
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| Yeah
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| Screaming Father would you save your child
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| It’s on my momma they can hate me now
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| And I put that on God I’ll never break the vow
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| Yuh
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| For real
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| And you gon' need to buckle up to make it through this ride
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| If it ain’t mobbin' it ain’t moving
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| And if you ain’t' with the movement nigga move aside
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| Cuz it’s gon' be a suicide if me and you collide
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| I’ve rested in the cloud of His presence just like a jewish tribe
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| G-call what good’s a coach if He don’t drill his team?
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| The K I tote gon' play a note that only killas sing
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| How could I ever fear a Philistine?
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| When all you gotta do is wake a nigga up you gotta kill his dreams
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| I’m sick of sin bruh the spirit is my medicine
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| The way I get it in, huh
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| It’s clear you ain’t a veteran
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| The skill’ll chill ya like the Netherlands
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| I should be in quarantine, why?
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| Cuz I’m the illest that I ever been
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| For real
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| My armor setting' is some armageddon
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| Married to the MOB
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| And the commitment goes beyond the weddin'
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| Satan’s a sucka
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| That’s a problem that you know is up
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| All praise to Abba
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| If you MOB’n nigga throw it up
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| Yuh
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| I’m mobbin' till they take me out
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| Yeah
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| Screaming Father would you save your child
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| It’s on my momma they can hate me now
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| And I put that on God I’ll never break the vow
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| Yuh
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| I’m mobbin' till they take me out
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| Yeah
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| Screaming Father would you save your child
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| It’s on my momma they can hate me now
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| And I put that on God I’ll never break the vow
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| HOG MOB not the typical
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| It’s ministry hope for residuals
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| Saving souls a ritual
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| It’s critical
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| Homicide
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| Candlelight visuals
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| War isn’t just physical
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| Say a prayer
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| Run it like elliptical
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| It’s HOG’s life
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| Yes and I’m a fog light
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| Leaper
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| You the frog type
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| Used to be whoop
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| You see the dog bite
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| Niggas can’t see us without God’s site
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| So you better jog right
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| Hands on the clock we doin' alright
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| Christ’s got my spine so my walk’s straight
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| Fishing line is raw bait
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| Push a hard line
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| On a soft cake
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| The blind never saw fate
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| Spit dope it’s all faith
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| Need life insurance
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| I ain’t talkin' bout All State
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| Safe
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| Fly
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| Moss face
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| Gang task wanna give us all day
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| Ex felons blessed and we all pray
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| For when it get ugly as a Sharpe
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| Truth show you all fake
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| And sin is cancer on your prostates
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| Yuh
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| I’m mobbin' till they take me out
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| Yeah
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| Screaming Father would you save your child
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| It’s on my momma they can hate me now
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| And I put that on God I’ll never break the vow
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| Yuh
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| I’m mobbin' till they take me out
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| Yeah
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| Screaming Father would you save your child
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| It’s on my momma they can hate me now
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| And I put that on God I’ll never break the vow
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| Ay for real
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| Purple tie boy the gang is unrestrainable
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| Elevating higher to a plane that’s unattainable
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| Wet beneath this rain
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| And so our frame it isn’t flammable
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| He took us from a danger zone where pain was unexplainable
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| Train a fool how to think twice and you done made him wise
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| Now teach him how to watch yo back and you done gained some eyes
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| I’d never be in formal wear but I got a gang of ties
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| They be like his flow is tight
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| It’s almost like it ain’t his size
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| Huh
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| We out here duplicating what the truth is making
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| And it kills em like they tooth is aching cuz they used to faking
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| But never us
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| We too awakened boy the noose is breakin'
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| You hand me the tool to bake em I am shootin' satan
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| It’s on on visual
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| My niggaro we funk with hell
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| I used to be among the criminals they’d lump in jail
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| But He shed his blood
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| And He washed away what isn’t clean
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| So now I’m mobbin' for the Risen King
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| Yuh
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| I’m mobbin' till they take me out
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| Yeah
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| Screaming Father would you save your child
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| It’s on my momma they can hate me now
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| And I put that on God I’ll never break the vow
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| Yuh
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| I’m mobbin' till they take me out
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| Yeah
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| Screaming Father would you save your child
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| It’s on my momma they can hate me now
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| And I put that on God I’ll never break the vow |