Jered Sanders

Beauty Freestyle
Man I been OD with the rhymes Good kid in a Mad city we call the burbs The boys on their backs and whether they blue or white They laying face down and struggling on the curb Word, the butterfly with the pimp savy Biz told me pen the rhymes make the prints snappy I got you boss man, yea Uh, mamase mamakusa Uh Time flying it's feeling like vacaran And I ain't really feeling all the raps these days Little cheese but delivery there is Papa John's And everybody been thinking about a prom My nappy head cohorts ducking Boko haram And Jan Sport Jay be struggling to write a song When they dying on their knees And praying they got a bomb out in Gilead And they worshipping out of woes And looking for the get back joy that the devil stole And want the presence of God coping a lump of coal Trying to chase red bottoms with a payless soul Simmer down J used Adderan and a crock pot And never get the feeling you hot shot Cause real talk, your shot's not And you ain't steady with your form dog You about a stone throw from out of the hot box Letras de cancionesAnd in a lock box momma see the prison pictures Now the eyes never dry when she in the system with ya You see your baby boy in a blue jump suit And it's never enough tissue And everybody miss you on the outside They hope you get parole in about five They always praying for Brodie with the mouth wide And that your goals get cleaner than the amount time Get out a sweater about nine stains on it And it's hard for a brother to smile another mother and child Seeing your life slip away right in front of the crowd You up in a trial and he trembling Timeouts be out like Chris Webber in Michigan Feeling like the robber on the cross with him Full worthy to be a saw victim And I ain't trying to be all Gothic really I'm just microscopic Read the book and got hooked on phonics See the beauty in it all fam Yea Got to keep going Yo I had bars but I ain't know how to sell'em I had a mouthpiece but I ain't know how to tell'em And Everybody knocking the man entrepreneurship Did a little plotting but I ain't t know what to do with it Christian MC's got saluted by the OG's Shout to Mouth, Tay, and Scott I'm feeling go me And All Hip Hop tried telling you God going see It's probably why I'm getting no sleep It's beautiful Man, every now and again you got to rap though Everybody say you got to rap Aye Biz said I got to put a tape together so That's what we got to do Yo yo yo, Aye yo Datin said He should never get on a record with me because I'm a machine Salute man C3PO Uh,I used to want in an E-Class yea Braving the weather with the seats back And when the diamonds always glistening and Spending is frivolous seats plush good Kush you relapse Uh, I used to want it flaunt it when I'm afforded And burn a hole in the denim and scintillating is gorgeous Pardon me if I hold it expose it to hold the focus Just an average Joe blow vocals supply the moment I'm a little speck maybe a Taurus I don't belong here I ain't close to Forbes list I ain't a royal prince it ain't easy to forget How I was staring death down facing a four fifth A hairpin trigger morgue visit a forfeit And death trying to bite my tail off like crawfish Set like Saw six I'm giving you raw spit So you don't ever question if I one of the Lord's Kids It's beauty in it all fam Man, it sound beautiful Yea yea yea God Over Money From Letras Mania