Jered Sanders All Figured Out (feat. Justin Goss)
[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!"