Jered Sanders - Mitchell & Blessed lyrics

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Jered Sanders - Mitchell & Blessed lyrics

I was focused on Jordan numbers Was thinking opposite, how to win this Coldest summers Gambling at life, checking that over unders Storms, okay the sam, but I ain't know the thunder Get it? If you ain't catch it, let me fetch it for you Keep it cooking like it's western on you If you never pop, it's a lesson all, blessing all, message for you No verified, nobody checking for you Yeah, pink game is round arousing with the arm bar That's what I'm all pa You found direction like an one star Took away the pain like selam paw That was the garber Keep it going, got the cardio up, that's what the stair's for They never blow dry, that's what the air is for You ain't condition to die, that's what the chair's for Ain't no point shaving hair, that's what I'm there for Blow dry, die, shaving hair, that's what I'm there If you ain't catch it then prepare more Read between the lines, get the stairs bo Illie with the snares bo, 50 with the chance bo Ricky with the flare, bo Lifting, I'm higher what the bonds for Young is reaching for the iron like a paw for A verbal acrobatics for the palm core Skip into the stars born shipping like it's dawn for Yeah, but it's a god premonition, and it's a hail mary past y'all interfering No, I'm dark skinned with the charm in the clearance Lab coat on, did a sick job engineering on And god hit me said he need me to cook strong Tell them wrecking for minds, rewind Had a message I was cooking up, sorry it took long Nice and cold cut like a fright out a foot long Scrapped a couple writings cause I know I'm up against Label on is with the grip, baking soda with the whip D boys, got the burner motive roller with the flip I'm cooking up the yola for the rover with the temps The club poppers and hipsters tryina get a glimpse The high beast clicking, only focused on the simps The click a** and boom bap heads, strolls and taste makers Everybody praying to hip hop in The flying try and be down like a plane crash And they be stunting on the guard like he dane dash Bam, copy and paste how the steas get cropped Screen savers, popping up when the keys ain't pushed It's how the waynes get took, the addicaine on the band members And confusing all the body like a transgender And confessing on the felons and the grand pictures Till they in that crossfire like a clan member Quoting they know the number, runners and they prolly get to busting If they spot him undercover They all trap gods and lying to the people And do it for the stripes like they running for the bingles Pray for 'em lord, 'cause I remember when my cellie was a boost phone Eyes posted at grandma's crib like a groupama Radio be steady crap shooting, we in Vinnie pop Now it's corny when the blacks do it? That's stupid Man prolly be locked in the cell hungry Praying to be forgiven and begging for bail money If I ain't put the heat in the r, the piece that I needed to start the bleeding Release the king humbly on That's why I'm giving the game the rock sellers 'Cause arbor is a lame for dames that drop fellas A lot of MC's with blangers, not fellas And they don't play the game of fame and not tell them They not flipping the cane like a kappa thang No white girl, tryina white her with torch A lot of backpack rappers cause of fame fall victim to the game early That's why they call it a gen sport Hey yo, they've must heard about the bread and the relishist Hard to eat good with the dread of a relevance Harder to keep clean with a plat full of fetishes Green saying kinder than letuces That's when I went on a high aidus To cover the tracks, discover the facts, it's rubbish in rap 'Cause I hustling back, for my wager back to hi hater Eyes praying my return won't greed it with high angle Or a try later in fact, skyscraper ??? Fly favor, the track will violate you It lead the track teffing the back The favor and cosign to my savior That's why I never shook a rider in the street Kicking it with the riders with the diamonds in they teeth 'Cause they ain't got a weapon for my soul I'm on the winning side ‘cause I'm riding with the chief, yeah That's why I'm on a shame to keep them near The object is closer than it appears And most people grinding to keep it seen But me I'm steady grinding to disappear, amen

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