Sevin, Bumps INF, Bizzle - Hands Up lyrics

What’s mobbin' hOGOM yeah
Hooked On God Over Money mane
What’s the word on the street mane?
Seven Deuce, lil bruh I see you
Bizzle I see you boy bumps I see you bruh
Good lookin’ out gold fingers word!
Mobbin' at last sacramento’s finest mane
Black, Big bro… it’s tremendous!
God over money… it’s Bumps

Ay Ay Ay Ay listen I was trippin’
I was livin’ and my lights was off
Kinda like I ain’t paid my bill
On the real yo my sight was lost
I had that bad knee cuz I
Would fall by his cross
Till he raised me up and hired me
Li, like a boss
Ugh! take the scripture lesson
I’ve been addressin’
My God’s like a narcoleptic
You know He’s inta-restin’?
Get it? Inta, ahhh never mind
It’s been a-ight let ‘em slide
On the real cuz the flesh really gonna die
My pen describes how he’s been
Divine in the vine
Been divine, been the vine ohhh
‘nuff of these double entendres
Just spendin’ my time to claim
You’ll be the same as every single
One of my kind bruh’
The God of the gospel truth’s like medicine
For those dead in sin
They say I’ve got it backwards but
I think I’ve got dyslexic friends
Yo He’s legit
Yeah we reppin’ that Jesus clique
Yes you better believe it His
Name we throw up like bulimic chicks
Plead the 5th, never that
And I ain’t one time but I’mma need
You to get yo biz up
Like stand up yeah I'm a Christian and what!?

Put yo hands up in the air if you been aware
You’ve been saved by grace through faith
And placed within His care
Quit forsakin’ your placement and
Be a witness there live it, player
This is more than statin’
Some sinner’s prayer

Uhhh it’s Bizzle
Been hecka blessed ever since I
Left the quest for money
Spit like a tech no vest could hold
But words were less than holy
This is my testimony was ready and willin’
And for a check would deliver you death
But everything comin’ up out
Your deck was phony
Ne, never was the shooter I just knew ‘em
Never moved a ki but I
Could introduce you to ‘em
But, if you not the shooter you just
A guy who would move em
To do it then who are you to just
Sit and act like you innocent stupid?
Uh, justified my evil celebrated my good
While I was pumpin' caine through the
Youngest brains in the hood
Like yo I dare you to do it
Yo you gon’ let that ride? (huh?)
Now you up in the box cuz
You ain’t let that slide i was so blind
Both eyes tainted claimin’ to know God
’Til he showed me I was just tryin’
To be God in my own mind (idol)
Now I praise Him for the blown high no lie
So grind homie I’m on mine for the most high

Put yo hands up in the air if you been aware
You’ve been saved by grace through faith
And placed within His care
Quit forsakin’ your placement and
Be a witness there live it, player
This is more than statin’
Some sinner’s prayer

And I was such a filthy little rodent homie
(homie)
Ha such a dirty rat, thirty pack cracked
And my king of comedy ah ah Bernie Mac
Ruthless for the gouda
A shooter yeah… Szczerbiak
Redden in on a dead end putting eggs
In when we bringin’ birdies back
It’s fun and games till you bucked to grow
Up and change then it’s a scary fact
Once them Feds is lookin’ up your
Name mane it’s very whack
Me? Me? on my cherry hat I merry that
Now you can read, my
Testimony offa the stone, brom bury that
Old things bein’ passed away
Ay ain’t no eulogy
You starin’ fo that miracle that it’s
Gonna take for you to see
If you’re with satan pimpin’
Yo current station ain’t cool with me
It’s love blood
I’m tryin’ to rebuke you truthfully
It’s time for breakthrough
I’m tryin’ place you onto a
Truth that consecrates you
Dog if you’re a believer He not
Gon’ leave you nor forsake you
Hog it ain’t always good
Nah but it is always God
I’m born again and I’m gon’ al-ways MOB

Put yo hands up in the air if you been aware
You’ve been saved by grace through faith
And placed within His care
Quit forsakin’ your placement and
Be a witness there live it, player
This is more than statin’
Some sinner’s prayer