Trouble Won’t Last

[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