Christon Gray, Taelor Gray, Skyzoo - Connor McDees lyrics

Swear I suppose
There's nothing left for me in here to expose
Ain't an accolade alive that I
Ain't claim on my own
I been crowned since forever
Been in here with the stones
June bug with the plug
How I weight out the goal it's nothing new
(Ha) almost to the point where I be bashful
Double entendres are wondering what
The mass do double high
Caught em and wonder if that'll catch you
It's summersault slaughter so the
Flow is only natural
Like no shots to it, more so in sense
But, I'm less about that
And more so bout a Benz
I'm more so bout a win
And more so bout the end
Being more than we can count
Moreover your ten
Talking Russell in the huddle for a W
Cause they will serenade at the parade
But not a note for attempts
Know I may hear the beat
Like the end of the speech
Like the only protocol of what winning
Should be is right here

They gave Langston Hughes a pen
Coltrane a saxophone
Gave me this mic but they
Ain't give me no chaperones
Just me, just the ghost and the alphabet
Nine years old watching Spike
Lee's "Malcolm X"
Yeah, I'm on some different type of energy
Whether hot or cold better
Save them extremities
Man, the jab got you running like Floyd
If it's money to be made
Then the summer got a joint
I ain't running for the coin man
I'm tryna keep my promise
Cause if I keep it G
I'm selling honesty as product
And it's piracy, all this airing out keep
Messing up my privacy
Now I'm writing rhymes on papyrus leaves
It's hometown hero, not a hero in my own town
Got my own sound, I experiment with Mo Town
Yeah, that's the offseason
You fish outta water and
We coming after Caesar

Nah we ain't done
I don't turn my nose up when evil stalks
I can smell em coming
Yeah I know I can see it all
This the Ghost Protocol, call me Ethan Hunt
Leave the wicked with a broken jaw
They can't even talk
I tell the Pharisees to each it's own
"Mene, mene, tekel, upharsin", read the wall
We all fallen, no desire to embarrass dudes
I offer them a parachute
They trade it for a pair of shoes
Prepare to lose, I ain't claiming the belt
You could never win a game
That keeps playing it'self
We the fighter and we don't wanna fail
So we put ourselves in prison
Every Christian needs bail, Lord Jesus

I'ma give a little more, I just wanna let go
Give it to the Lord, I'm just gonna let go