Verse 1 - Skyzoo

Swear I suppose, there's nothing left for me in here to expose

Ain’t a accolade alive that I ain't clear on my own

I been crowned since forever, been in here with the stones

Junebug with the plug how I wear out the gold, it's nothing new, uh

Almost to the point where I be bashful, the double entendres of wondering what a mask do,

Double how I caught 'em and wonder if that'll catch you

The summersault is slaughter so the flow is only natural

Like no shots to it, more so incense, 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, more over your ten,

Talking Russell in the huddle for a W, 'cause they'll serenade at the parade but not a note for attempts

Know I'm in here to be, at the end of the speech, like the only protocol of what winning should be, is right there


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

9 years old watching Spike Lee’s ‘Malcolm X’, yea 

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 in the May, then the summer gotta join

I ain't running for the coin, man I'm tryna keep my promise

Cuz if I keep G I'm selling honesty as product

Then it's piracy- all this airing out keep messing up my privacy

Now I'm writing rhymes on papyrus leaves

This hometown hero- not a hero in my own town

Got my own sound, I experiment with Motown, yea

That's the off-season

You fish outta water, and we coming after Ceasar


Verse 3 – Christon Gray

No, we ain't done

I don't turn my nose up when evil stalks

I can smell 'em coming, yea I know I can see it all

This a Ghost protocol,

Call me Ethan Hunt

Leave the wicked with a broken jaw, they can't even talk

I’ll tell the Pharisee, to each his own

"mene, mene, tekel, epharisim", read the wall

We all fallen, no desire to embarrass dudes, I offered them a parachute, they traded for a pair of shoes

Prepare to lose, I ain't claiming the belt

You can never win a game that keeps playing itself, uh uh

We the fighters and we don't wanna fail

So we put ourselves in prison

Every Christian needs bail, Lord Jesus


Give it to The Lord, I just wanna let go

Give it to The Lord, I just wanna let go


Imma give it to The Lord, I just wanna let go

Give it to The Lord, I'm just gonna let go, yeah