Текст песни All Year / Daddy Duties III - Jered Sanders

Grind eat sleep wake up
Yea, ah!
Yea, Yo
I been putting in the work just like my daddy said
And I been working all year (all year)
Been looking at the trophy with the long stare (whoa)
While everybody sitting in their lawn chair
I know that it's coming
Cause I know I don't belong here whoa
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
And I been working all year (all year)
Been looking at the trophy with the long stare (whoa)
While everybody sitting in their lawn chair
I know that it's coming
Cause I know I don't belong here
Man I ain't famous
I ain't never been the greatest
But I'm a say this
I ain't for your entertainment
I'm trying to make it
I ain't in it for the crown
Unless somebody place it
I been staying for the cosign
Not the playlist
I been waiting for the go time
I'm a stay lit
I been doing two a days
Up in momma's basement
You behind and you got to face it
I been putting in the work just like my daddy said
And I been working all year (all year)
Been looking at the trophy with the long stare (whoa)
While everybody sitting in their lawn chair
I know that it's coming
Cause I know I don't belong here whoa
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
And I been working all year (all year)
Been looking at the trophy with the long stare (whoa)
While everybody sitting in their lawn chair
I know that it's coming
Cause I know I don't belong here
And I been rocking Since Coogi sweaters
And Sade's Rides, And I been scrappy
Since momma had me in eighty five
Without my pappy was nappy
Don't try to play me guy
Cause Jordan was dropping
Double doubles at Laney High
And I done got bigger better and faster
Poppa made me a dog that's why he call him the master
That's why he the Shepard over the pasture
It's never backwards
I grew up in church and I'm going to make a statement
That may startle you when you hear it
But I am going to talk about it and prove it
And demonstrate it I think from the Bible
The more resistant people throughout history
To the grace of God has been religious people
Religious people I say that is true biblically
And I've seen it true from my own experience
Don't try to tell me I never been in the field
Never been on the radar, never keeping it real
That's the reason I stay far ahead of the fray
Cause you know where I'm at
And I'm ahead of the hard shells who talk to the rats
I ain't never been that guy I honor the facts
Before a brother got baptized It was harder to rap
For real, but when your father got a cross on his back
For every sin of the world It's nothing harder than that
Every letter I serve its only God in the yap
Twitter game mean I follow He follow me back
He been working on my soul so I'm running the track
And I don't ever mind running it back
From glory to glory I'm still here still live
He pardoned it all homie its a bargaining act
He died for everything so I'm honoring that
And we coming for his bride its a garter to catch
He finna Moss it, if it ain't good fruit then he toss it
Pitch it in the fire with the riff raft
It's Six Flags roller coaster riders
Who pondering if they sin bad, seasonal faith
Who water down the letter of the Gospel
And compromise to make the kids laugh
No dunny its no funny
You cooking in the lake of fire
Hoping he tossing over a rope
What you notice it ain't a boat
The aroma is something gross
And you notice over the quote you read
But never lived out, throwing all them stones
Like you living in a brick house
Swearing it's a blessing or lesson
That you give out, but all I hear is hissing
When you spitting out your big mouth
Nobody famous so I'm not a hatter
If you ever tell me that I'm cold
I won't never play it down
The fire in my bones told me never play around
And as long as I got it
I'm a always say the crown ain't for me
Its for God and Yahweh
And Yeshua the Christ not the God of Kanye
The one who paid price and he died not a side an entrée
Three keep it a G not a nod to Andre
I been wanting to quit rap missing the old thing
You know, tell the truth instead of sipping on codeine
And everybody clapping and click clacking its cracking
Straps everywhere like a pair of Girbaud jeans
And everybody high the question is
If you pushing and pulling
Homie, you the dealer or dope fiend
I don't know what to tell'em its only a smoke screen
So let me kick back while I listen to Osteen
A lot of y 'all probably heard the last line thinking
I'm a heretic derelict I don't read the Bible
Cause If I did then I wouldn't name drop an embarrassment
Like Osteen my God can't fix any broke thing
Lack of theology study your anthropology
And brush up Christ was beaten broken for you
And if He all sovereign and He paid your deposit
Then the blood good enough for Mr. Osteen too
Aye yo
When God flicked the light upon my own chandelier
I stopped being worried about a cold Panamera
Now I'm chilling with an angel face
Sweeter than some Angel cake
Flier than some bathing Apes
Higher than Amazing grace
So tough serve we crush curbs and plush sinning
Or scruff herbs and tough burbs with lush Benzes
I decided I'm a fill to the ear of the streets
And the peers and peeps to preach and
Homie peep this this ain't a club banger homie
It's a sweet trip a lot of soul
And my grandmother never dug the rap music
But pray the grandbaby be as good as it gets
So if two or more are gathered he going to be in the midst
Even if its hard to seeing the fish
And if I do see'em I hope I show'em love
They don't flee and resist
But the only way to see the assist
I got to do my Daddy Duties