All Figured Out

Lyrics

[Various samples] "Main event of the evening" "Hi there! No, no, we're supposed to do a commerci--" "What is the great hope of man?" "Let me read you a couple of poems" [Intro: Jered Sanders] Yeah Hope Is Dope 2 I ain't got it all figured out, but We done came a long way from nothing Still got a long way to go, though Yo [Verse 1: Jered Sanders] Yo, real talk, I'm feeling better than I ever was And on the real I'm feeling happier than ever 'Cause me and God locked It's gon' be hard tryna pick us apart 'Cause He and I's feeling nappier than ever, uh "Lord, forgive me" was a part of my pleas And God told me that's a pardon with ease But little homie, if your mind is a garden Your thoughts are the seeds You can even grow them flowers Or you water them weeds, for real And doing [daughters?] a heavy plan A world of Negative Nancies and patty-pans God been a GM, pushing a Chevy, fam Christ took the wheel, was the water and levy, fam Pipe dreams [?], fam Rocking all the fly ish, hunting the Betties, fam And staying on my one-two God got to pulling on my heartstrings and I could never muscle His heavy hand, it's real talk [Hook: Justin Goss] When I planned, You laughed I thought I had it all figured out I fell, You picked me up When I fall, You lift me up Whoa, grateful that it all worked out Lord, I just wanna make You smile I'm grateful that it all worked out It worked out for my good [Verse 2: Jered Sanders] Yo, I thought the love of money was the root of evil But this dollar in my pocket saying trust in God I know some brothers drinking Henny like it's living water And I know copper killing chocolate like it's just a job Broken system turned my sisters into single mothers And little mamas killing babies like it's not a prob They show they biddies on they Insta, homie, plenty of us And baby daddies with no vision so they gotta rob And dream about Balenciaga living with they baby mama And they favorite rappers stunting on they self-esteem He ain't got it but he always tryna cop it Only thinking 'bout his profit, it's a product of his selfish genes 'Cause everybody ain't no baller with the coolest whip It ain't no Bentley, get your dollars, homie, move your kids Up out of poverty, be fatherly, don't lose your grip Homie, build 'em a foundation, why you moving bricks? God [Hook: Justin Goss] When I planned, You laughed I thought I had it all figured out I fell, You picked me up When I fall, You lift me up Whoa, grateful that it all worked out Lord, I just wanna make You smile I'm grateful that it all worked out It worked out for my good [Verse 3: Jered Sanders] Yo, ayo I never had a problem at the bottom 'Cause the bottom is a problem I ain't ever entertained, fam Still circa '85 been the same man Tryna make a dollar turn a dollar to the Space Jams It's why I try to tighten up my waistband 'Cause if I never reach the topper then the grace can And if I never make the opera, I'm the stagehand I'm tryna bring that living agua to this strange land And I ain't really talking AutoMall Beemer with the Armor All, leave it to the Father, dawg Even if you're kinda lost, He been kinda speaking I ain't preaching, this a monologue Deacon with the molotov, truth bomb Get the Super Saiyan for the Dragonball slaying Better tag along, vagabond, for the sauteeing And you mad black, Aflac All that hard praying for that Powerball statement He already made the payment on your soul I'm chilling in my sandals with the toes out Working on the flow valves, vocals with the pronouns And knowing Heaven where my soul bound Beckoning my robe now Destined for the city with the gold crown [Sample] "What time is it? Game time! What time is it? Game time! Ooo! Ooo! What time is it? Game time! What time is it? Game time! Ooo!"