Skyzoo - Connor McDees lyrics

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Skyzoo - Connor McDees lyrics

[Verse 1: Skyzoo] 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, almost to the point where I be bashful Double entendres are wondering what the ma** 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 contend Talking 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 [Verse 2: Taelor Gray] 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 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 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 out to season [Verse 3: Christon Gray] 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 its own "Mene, mene, tekel, upharsin", read the wall We all fallen, no desire to embarra** 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 itself We the fighter and we don't wanna fail So we put ourselves in prison Every Christian needs bail, Lord Jesus [Bridge: Christon Gray] (x2) I'ma give a little more, I just wanna let go Give it to the Lord, I'm just gonna let go