Sum’n Good’s Gonna Happen

[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]
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