ROB HELL (feat. Jon Keith)

Yeah, it's indie tribe., gangland you hear me

Yeah, this is not Rob Bell, we about to rob hell

Bro what's up Yeah, it's really them

Tribe been catchin' bodies every year, that's trapeze and 'em

I'm bleedin' 'em, I heard Don died they still grievin' him

Got some words I live by, since Nicene Creed and them

It's up, ay bro where my sheisty at

Need my peace and mama's hundred G's and run some ice with that

I'm on God's time, uncle got a tear and he was not cryin'

Tell me what I gotta fear, I told you we is not dyin'

Baby, that's Torey in this thing and I'll be right back

Tried to tell her indie tribe's the gang but she ain't like that

The homie said he see a snake, I said I see a nice hat

Not gonna see you playing with God's name

Don't even type that

It's up

Uh, uh, uh, this a get back type beat

Uh, uh, uh, get yo' lick back type beat

Uh, uh, uh, don't just sit back type beat

This is not Rob Bell, we about to rob hell

Man I'm finna rob a body bag

Zombieland, finna hit Gehenna in a Pontiac

Window down, scripture hit him dead off in his cardiac

Take him to the Golden Gates tell me where Kehlani at

Knew it wasn't no looking back when KB told me HGA

I never snitch but I confess a sin like I was Babyface

Snatch my brother out of Hades gates over 808s

He was losin' focus sellin' D like it was ADH

Do not bring no demon round the clique

'Cause we gon' set him up

The only witch I'm wit' is purely fiction, word to Elphaba

When I hit Yeshua, it's direct, don't need a cellular

Finna hit lick, I hit up Jon and told him, Saddle up

Rolling Loud, clique is finna witness to a 100 thou'

They got crosses hanging upside down, I told 'em Turn around,

Who knew rap from Heaven was gon' come up from the underground

I hit Sheol with a hundred rounds, said don't make a sound

Uh, uh, uh, this a get back type beat

Uh, uh, uh, get yo' lick back type beat

Uh, uh, uh, don't just sit back type beat

This is not Rob Bell, we about to rob hell

At the front door of hell with angels and an angry God

Pull up, knock, knock, who is that

Mmm, it's the tribe, will a man rob God

The devil crazy ain't he, they took a trip to Haiti

We took a trip to Hades, Jesus washed my body

But He still left a stain on me, broke me free from bondage

But I still got my chains on me, dipped me in that water

But I still got my flame on me

Satan threw a shot up but he didn't win the

Okay, where he at I heard he dangerous

I'm tryna make a scene, Yeshua, get out the car

He don't know what that mean, walk up on 'em

Tap on his pockets like I need all my things

Give it up, you know what it is, it's orders from the King

Uh, uh, uh, this a get back type beat

Uh, uh, uh, get yo' lick back type beat

Uh, uh, uh, don't just sit back type beat

This is not Rob Bell, we about to rob hell