Lyrics

[Verse 1: Jered Sanders] See I was staring at my babies in the face again Pretty brown eyes and dreaming with the mouth wide open And I recount my focus I feeling grace again And after movement out the basement got some faith again I'm saying I lost it, not completely but it's kind of like If you got a hole in your pocket And that pocket is where you hold your wallet And then you recognize you dropped it and you go recall it He overhauled it all the baggage in my open closet Payed the ransom stuffed the hamper went to go and wash it And then I realized it's better if I go and toss it Cause I don't got to bring my war clothes Or copping a wardrobe and fostering more souls in the sockets I know the plug so you know the topic And know it's love so they know the pilot The God of alls (?) Cole and Issac I got bars off His royal highness, that's real talk homie Yea, I got some homies sending mail to home They had them coming off the sniffers off like a pheromones If it won't a sniffer they was grippers quick to air the chrome Praying for a hung jury just like a herringbone They told me if they ever want it got to pay for it Homie had the tree and the wet just like a rainforest Whipping in a double M and got it from the Caine storage Narcos came homies rat and he took the blame for it Sometimes I'd rather they lock me in his holding cell Copper trying to hit his quota so he withhold the mail And lock me in max then revoke the bail Turned the paperwork party into a show and tell Tell me go to Hell This past week I done been through things I'm charged up like a senzu bean I'm just keeping it real homie, trying to keep my change lining up So the balling ain't the same like the game sliders up And yea, everybody trying to hit me on they stereo The world claim me now here we go But being a light up in this dark kind of scary bro Cause when the unsaved calling they always carry dough And I keep turning them down but the bread is there And the narrow way ain't paying but like Fred Astaire The Broadway show but God made me well aware Before I die I'll be well prepared homie that's on the real That's why I wrote this record homie let's begin Cause I know it don't go with how the rest will go with sin And I know if you real you going to let it go and spin Get your blessing tell your kin how this wretch is going in My direction two and ten I promise you homie Got a lot to do slowly and I'm a follow through brodie and still Until I'm gone coming after the trophy Hoping the master bestow me forever clash with the phoney It's real [Outro: Matilda Skit] Harry: Do you make money? Do you have a job? Matilda: No don't people need good cars? Can't you sell good cars dad? Harry: Listen you little wise acre I'm smart your dumb, I'm big your little, I'm right your wrong And there's nothing you can do about it