Bumps INF - 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 [Bumps INF] 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 Uh 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 100 percent airborne Chorus: [Sevin] 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 [Bizzle] 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 d**h 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 Chorus: [Sevin] 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 [Sevin] HOG MOB.. Sevin 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, bro bury that Old things bein' pa**ed 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 Chorus: [Sevin] 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