Hands Up - Şevin, Bizzle, Bumps Inf

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