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jered sanders - sauce is forever lyrics

[verse 1]
man, that’s crazy
40 days, god
i’ve been schwazy
grew the beard out
that ain’t shady
that’s a bird, man
i ain’t baby
talking hope-hop
that’s so crazy
how i got a shot
raised a bean sprout up
put a crown upon her head
so the boys see and know
that’s a lady
if you ain’t catch a double
that time on the last rhyme
dog, i could help ya
i got plenty more where that came from
when i brainstorm, i need shelter
it’s enough water from the most high
even low tide, he gon’ wet ya
betta learn how to dance in the rain
ain’t no use without a umb-e-rella (my god)
when i yap for the king
i’mma lap anything
on a track with a rap
when i scr-p in a ring
packing a mac when i c-ck back and a swing
get a pap
and you gotta lay flat when it (ding)
that’s a mantra
change the way y’all see the father
sing praise to the most high
so when most die
y’all see his honor

he was dripping
with the backlash
and he let them zip them in a black bag
for the intermission was a hashtag
but the demolition wasn’t that sad
it was intuition and a premonition
but the imposition wasn’t that bad
it was cynicism with the inhibition
but the bigger vision was the last laugh
it was sinners sinning
it was k!llers k!lling
it was dealers dealing
for the cash grab
but the winners winning
he was penicillin
’til it’s in remission
homie, that’s that
so the superst-tion is a backstab
’cause a bigger mission was an asvab
so the new commission
is to blast back
or sit in the kitchen with a backsplash
my god
eyes on the prize
pray about it for the outcome
rock with him for the foundation
couldn’t have made it here without one
my god

yeah, real talk, i’mma strap mine
ever since i heard about
how the saints all got to pack 9s
pentacost or the synagogues
man, everybody getting flat lined
i’mma lift up one hand
and the other hand, i’ll clap mine
a lot of y’all won’t get that
but i pray y’all that a cl!ck clack
won’t lay the body out prostrate
’cause a praying hand was a mismatch
my god
came through dripping (yeah)
they were like “man, you slipping”
he was like “man, you tripping”
look at my m-n-script then
i be like “man, i’m different”
they be like “man, you spitting”
i be like “man, i’m christian”
sauced up and i came through dripping (drip drip)
came through dripping (drip drip)
came out different (drip drip)
man, i’m christian
got rinsed and i came through dripping (drip drip)
came through dripping (drip drip)
came out different (drip drip)
man, i’m christian
got rinsed and i came through dripping

- jered sanders lyrics

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