Yeah what’s mobbin’ mane, uh
You know I can dig it
I’ve got the dirty shovel to prove it mane, yeah
I’ve been where you at homie
I’m not far removed you feel me
Only by the grace of God bruh
Real talk
Yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1: Sevin]
I’m born to die bro
Soul is more than sorta hollow
I've worn the sorrow
Of a son that knows there’s no tomorrow
I’m holding hollows in these stolen rollows
I can burn them all but there’s an eternal war
So I know there’s more to follow
I pour a swallow explore the bottle like Coronado
My life is horrible nothing short of a horror novel
There’s no disguising it my vision is gone
So surprised that I’ve lived this long inside this miserable song
I’m wishin' I longed for more than just the mission I’m on
Just a typical n***a driftin' with no visible home
Can’t be civil with my siblings
So I live on my own
Often nervous evil thoughts of murder be filling my dome
Yeah
I’ve taken lashes to capacity no more to tally
Abort a child in the tortured allies of Northern Cali
I’ve made the choice to take the oyster and leave the pearl
Pain is art
They gone see my mural before I leave this world
Yeah I’m being honest as I should
I feel the weight that is upon us
I’m a psalmist for the hood
Uh huh
And I’m hoping that my song is understood
Cuz they’re unaware that You care
And what You promise us is good