Luxury - Jered Sanders, J. Carter

Guess this is what victory feel like

Missionary theme music, shoutout to R-Swift

Yeah

Yo!

I wanna celebrate this life forever

Hey man, this sound like celebration music, don’t it

I’m living it, not dreaming it

Haha, yeah!

We getting it, that’s luxury

I wanna celebrate this life forever

I feel like rapping today, baby!

I’m living it, not dreaming it

Real hope-hop circa 1985, again

We getting it, that’s luxury

Man, I had to write a letter in my loose leaf

And let the pen bleed about another two sheets

And I done scrapped a couple lines 'cause it’s harder to describe

How the bread of life better than a two-piece

Let a brother truth speak, now I got a new chief

Better than the patent leather smelling off my new sneaks

Man, I got a new song, living got a new leaf

Feeling like I got a new boss and I got a new reach, homie, uh

Used to try to packs where they squeezed macs

By the corner store with the nickel in the scene, facts

Now I greet 'em in the morning like heya

And OutKast, but I’m never tripping 'cause I’m 3 stacks

It’s why I’m giving God shine every time

Spit a line, make 'em rewind, time with a rhyme

And the label call, wanted me sign fine on the line

And I brought the bands back like Bron Bron in his prime

Hallelujah

I wanna celebrate this life forever

Ayo, it’s gonna be hard to turn this down, homie

Yo, this what victory sound like

I’m living it, not dreaming it

We getting it, that’s luxury

Yeah!

I wanna celebrate this life forever

Ay man, get a drummer or something for this one, homie

I’m living it, not dreaming it

Yeah, yeah

We getting it, that’s luxury

Remaining transcription in progress…

Yo, when I was broke into lots of pieces

Before I had a mind that was locked to Jesus

I 'member when I barely had a pot to pee in

And praying that a spot with a cot was a Posturepedic

I was hoping that a stocked arena would’ve copped

And hopped to a couple stops when I rocked my thesis

And when the record dropped, people spot my genius

'Cause I know they heard Ye tryna talk 'bout Jesus

But I was tryna shine and cover up my bleakness

That’s probably the reason why I kept Christ secret

That’s probably the reason why swept my weakness

All under the rug and then I hushed my meekness

Then a quiet little voice inside was like

«J, they gave Giver of Life more stripes than zebras»

And that’s when my mind got a nice eureka

My fears secondary to the Christ’s achievement, yawmean?

I wanna celebrate this life forever

Ayo, real talk, this sound like how you supposed to finish your album, though

Yeah!

I’m living it, not dreaming it

We getting it, that’s luxury

Yeah, yeah, yo, this feel good, baby

I wanna celebrate this life forever

This feel real good

I’m living it, not dreaming it

We getting it, that’s luxury

Hallelujah!

Oh, oh, oh

«Hey. Don’t ever let somebody tell you you can’t do something, not even me.

All right?»

«All right.»

«You got a dream? Protect it. People can’t do something themselves,

they wanna tell you you can’t do it. You want something, go get it. Period.»