Sum’n Good’s Gonna Happen

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Jered Sanders] Should I be feeling like its fam Or maybe just the fan round here Just campaigning the plan round here Cause the man round here They got a brother thinking it's a scam How they stuntin on the Gram round here Now the whole world chasing the fame for TBE But barely got GEDs and PCP Got them all trying to eat off cheap like EBT But got the word all mixed up like BET, get it? And what they gargling call up the CDC They all on the poison party like BBD But I'm ready for the grapple maybe a DDT I ain't scared to put paws on y'all like EVE Zoloft cause between CNN and CNT Got me feeling like the story straight up off of DVD But dog one thing for sure two things for certain It don't matter who my president is the Lord is working We saving lives and extend those fists Not with knives and extendo clips Jordan 5's and Nintendo Flips is what I'm on Cause the street fighter Dhalsim got the arms And he bend those kicks, it's real Yea, do or die its for you life And I ain't trying to throw crap out when I roll the dice Just so you know I ain't tap out sure you right Never fathom I'm rapping with the Passion of the Christ Or giving y'all the game but the cliff note version And trying to Busta Rhyme like a flip mode person, uh Its just a little something light when I chitter chat And rap it clear and tight Reynolds wrap Yea this just the intro Illy gave me something with this instro The glide from the mental with every single pen stroke So you can get the daily memento switch the tempo I try to keep it simple for all the kinfolk, Ayo They trying to kill us in Virginia it's a common wealth And if its common wealth then you can get all kind of help But if the wealth ain't common you get beside yourself Then you can die from what's inside the belt People throwing rally's at the courthouse protesting for skin Wish the body was out here protesting for sin And praying for a new heart changing it from within So next year we ain't out protesting again Because the heroin epidemic cutting families thin And their all pessimistic up in vanity trends They turn dada say the twenty's but they be tens And the phone say bae know they cutting but say they friends Lord help me with that influence finna work on my craft And I'm a get my cheese up if cheddars what I lack And spend up my Velveeta then bake it on the track And cook it till slightly crispy when I serve it to the mass Yea, and r.i.p. to D.J. Fish I screenshotted the compliment from May the 26th That Triple D had sent me when you went up on the Spotify And heard the cussing back on the records I used to spit But you didn't judge, other than that I don't remember much From what I hear you was chasing God like you missed the bus So when you died and got your crown you ain't fidget much It definitely got your mentions on your twitter up I pray for comfort for your family too This ain't a dedication homie its a standard of truth I had a burden on my heart from Tonic, Guala, and God So I flipped a little manna to fruit and we got the juice now This ain't a silly rap album to get the kudos Or knock it out the park like Pujols its for you though Black as the darkest night or caramel as minuto White as the copy paper from the cubicle up in Checko's Praying the chat will be free Bless them all starched nice like a casual tee Thinking bout it I was tired of the old me, scares in struggle God told us we don't be long here like Rapunzel That's it's fam follow the script fam Promise to ride for you when you needing a kick stand Somebody to stand by Praise God He ain't leave a brother to pan-fry You hating? man bye [Bridge: Jered Sanders] It's gon happen I promise you that Something good gon happen I promise you that Something good gon happen I promise you that And I promise you that We on them red letter raps [Chorus: Jered Sanders] Something good gon happen I promise you that Something good gon happen I promise you that Something good gon happen I promise you that And I promise you that [Outro] *Alarm beeps