LUDAKRIS, Taelor Gray, Skyzoo - Connor Mcdees lyrics
[LUDAKRIS, 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
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 almost to the
Point where I be bashful
Double entendres are wondering what
The mass do double high caught em and wonder
If they'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 bout 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 contend
Taking Russell in the huddle for a W
Instead of serenading the parade but
Not enough 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 "Malcom X"
Yeah I'm on some different type of energy
Whether hot or cold better
Save them extremities
Man the jazz got you running like Floyd
If it's money in the 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 a 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 in papyrus leaves
It's hometown hero not a hero own town
Got my own sound I experiment with Mo Town
Yeah that's the off-season
You fish outta water and we
Coming out to season
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 is 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
I'ma give a little more I just wanna let go
Give it to the Lord I just wanna let go
Me in here to expose
Ain't an accolade alive that I
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 almost to the
Point where I be bashful
Double entendres are wondering what
The mass do double high caught em and wonder
If they'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 bout 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 contend
Taking Russell in the huddle for a W
Instead of serenading the parade but
Not enough 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 "Malcom X"
Yeah I'm on some different type of energy
Whether hot or cold better
Save them extremities
Man the jazz got you running like Floyd
If it's money in the 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 a 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 in papyrus leaves
It's hometown hero not a hero own town
Got my own sound I experiment with Mo Town
Yeah that's the off-season
You fish outta water and we
Coming out to season
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 is 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
I'ma give a little more I just wanna let go
Give it to the Lord I just wanna let go