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ROB HELL
indie tribe
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Yeah, it's Indie Tribe
Gangland, you hear me? (Yeah)
This is not Rob Bell, we about to rob hell (what?)
Bro, what's up? Yeah, it's really them
Tribe, been catching bodies every year
That's why I prison 'em, I'm beatin' 'em
I heard Don died, they're still grievin' him
Got some words I live by since I see creed him in his hop
Hey, bro, where my shites at?
Need my peace and mama's honey cheese and run some ice
I don't get time, Uncle got a tear and he was not crying
Tell me what I got to fear, told you we is not dying
Baby, that's glory in a sting and I'll be right back
Try to tell her any tribe's a gang machine, 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 take that
Uh, uh, uh (It's a get back type beat)
Uh, uh, uh (get your lick back type beat)
Uh, uh, uh (don't you sit back, type beat)
This is not Rob Bell, we about to rob hell
Man, I'm finna rob a body bag
Zombie land, 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, H, yeah
I never snitched but I confess to sin like I was babyface
Snatched my brother out of Hades Gates, over 808s
He was losing focus, selling D like it was ADHD
Do not bring no demon around to click, cause we gon' set him up
The only witch I'm with is purely fiction, word to Elphaba
When I hear Yeshua, it's direct, no need a cellular
Finna hit a lick, I hit up John and told him, settle up
Rolling loud, click is finna witness to a hundred thou
They got crosses hanging upside down, I told him, turn around
Who knew rap from heaven was gon' come up from the underground
I hear Yeshua with a hundred rounds, said don't make a sound
Uh, uh, uh (It's a get back type beat)
Uh, uh, uh (get your lick back type beat)
Uh, uh, uh (don't you sit back, type beat)
This is not Rob Bell, we about to rob hell
At the front door, head with angels
And an angry God, hold up
(Who is that?) hm-mm, It's the Tribe
Will a man rob God?
The devil crazy, ain't he? (Huh)
They took a trip to Haiti (okay)
We took a trip to Hades
Jesus washed my body, but he still left a stain on me
Brought me free from bondage, but I still got my chains on me
Dip 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 trying to make a scene
Yeshua, get out the car, If you don't know what that mean
Walk up on him, that's 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 (It's a get back type beat)
Uh, uh, uh (get your lick back type beat)
Uh, uh, uh (don't you sit back, type beat)
This is not Rob Bell, we about to rob hell
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