Jered Sanders

The Hope
Yea God Over Money baby Aw man it feel good to say that right there Aye yo Bizz, Datin, BUMPS, Selah, Sevin I got y'all Yea The old feeling is back T top with the cold ceiling it's black And with the low top fade The gold chains with a blade through the taper Got him filling the old coachilin is back But no cuts in the eyebrows and trying to wild out The gutter cleaned up and we out of the down spout Stunting again mumbling out of this brown mouth How the little lamb dying was something to round out All the cracks and the crevices High and in demand I was stacked with a deficit Lying on the stand now I'm back like the Revenant Riding for the fam and the bars Bizz knew he had a problem on his hands ah Back in the spot like I'm parallel parkin' Ice cold with the caramel frosting I knew when I was dying I was flying To a scary Hell barking and hopping on that carry sail often I was firing back at every nine sparkin' Pump triggers or pump critter Letras de cancionesForget a box man the trunks bigger And if you shot a couple bricks get a slump quicker Either your finger on slick or the pumps kill ya Ah, Soul was looking all shaky baby And then my goal was looking at the past again Looking like Ye not the Kardashian But the one from the car crash again And now I'm staying on my toes Like I'm trying to reach the top shelf Feeling like the body dove Right up off the top belt, Frog splash Chasing after gold but I'm not Phelps Play the odds not felt or display the cards not dealt The homies saying J you got to make it You way up out of their league The only way you be winning somebody jangle the keys The way you flipping the bars like a flying trapeze Your raps cocoa keep pushing the rock up out of your V Like a slingshot And I promise you get that chicken like a Wing stop And they pay the price of admission when that ting drop They be playing hot potato saying they things hot But pretending what they got is real but that Authentic bar clinic you be handing out Holding it down for your mans like Andy up in the drought This Camby be something greater like Marcus up in UMASS and if it's in His wheel homie you ask And tell'em when the Sun going down Like the middle of December and it's thirty past six And you shiver in the Winter The wood cross standing with the stone rolled past And the Devil's Hell fell no that's shiver in me timbers ah They saying J how you think of these eclectic paintings Your stock high in the middle of these election ratings Homie you next greatness Boy stop cause sarcasm my second language And then I recognize my thorns and homie I abide in the vine Praise God I decided in time then I decided to climb If I was sliding I was holding the rum When I was monkey around no opposable thumb Bye with the woopty woop and the blase blase Cause I was playing fine like Nia in Friday Then I's splat now I'm running back Prodigal son Praise God I ain't a fatherless one God Over Money Ah! Yea haha, Jered Sanders, welcome to the squad God Over Money Ya I know you just put out an album Nobody Famous go cop that but uh We got a lot of work to do Time to hit the studio baby Let's Go! From Letras Mania