Disconnect, from the Internet, they want respect. But they don’t enter that, place of checked, self power inside. Face the wrecked, pain, it shower like a sin tide. Been riding the thing and it maintain. Gain train of thought by brought then caught learning. Yearning, to stop this burning. Earning, from some might to right turning. Growing, flowing, like the ocean, motion. Slow, yo, let it be, set it free. Disconnect, from the Internet, they want respect, but they don’t enter that. Why I’ve been on a sky dive, in the past. My strive, is to have thy drive, that’ll last. Battle cast the storm and form emptiness. Plenty this is, many guess we just not goods. Got should’s that I didn’t ever do. Ridding of a better crew, for more fame, you’re lame? Kidding you, our growth is an oath that we take, we make accidental. I’m a dawg creeping thru the fog, let me out the kennel. Peeping through the smoggy scene, I mean, ya gotta let me roam. I been through a lotta shit, it hurt but spurt my dome. Taught and brought lessons, blessings in disguise man. The prize can be much more than punishment, such for. Replenishment of do not, who got the message in the end. Sent like expressage, bent on deliver, the giver, a friend. I like to be, my mic on E, I struggle to juggle the bars. Counting Stars, downing ours, be the snobby, for the hobby. I lobby no copy, sloppy nah, I again bring. My own thing, I sing, with neglect come disconnect. Collect your ego, we know we need a check. Need a wreck to learn from it, earn from it, burn from dumb shit. We all have, y’all navigate n hate like you ain’t. You ain’t a saint, you get checked, from this shit I disconnect. Disconnect, from the Internet, they want respect. But they don’t enter that, place of checked, self power inside. Face the wrecked, pain, it shower like a sin tide. Been riding the thing and it maintain. Gain train of thought by brought then caught learning. Yearning, to stop this burning. Earning, from some might to right turning. Growing, flowing, like the ocean, motion. Slow, yo, let it be, set it free. Disconnect, from the Internet, they want respect, but they don’t enter that.

(A Hype verse) Haha, me and T Morg, search it up on www. dot org, on the spot shot like Bjorn Borg. Borned torn from the rest, some will test in this cold domain. I never sold the plain, my lyrics bold with gain. Hysterics taking over, making Hova like moves. My mic proves who’s still got it and who’s ill and not it. For the thrill I jot it, and it’s not looking good. For any other sucka fucka who wish they cooking could. Serve me a dish cold, revenge style, avenge while having no reason. Bitch, told lies, sold eyes on a fake prize. Make up a surprise to the guys and allies. Of the wise to turn, but in the end you burn. Amend or learn, I’m not gon’ apologize. Which qualifies me as the target, but I ain’t a bargain. No carbon copy, I’m not sloppy, I got Papi. Scammed, damned, that was near a year ago. If you hear this RX, our next conversation. I wanna do that song, I long fo’ it, ya know it, on the nation. I’m wit’, the rhyme shit, we would adore it. More for it, that’s me just being me, yapping. I’m seeing the rapping come and go, some of yo. Ain’t paint the picture, the mixture off color. I’m a muller of what I say, but hey, we may make mistakes. This takes new peeps who creeps, tryna hunt n shunt ya down. I’m not what you wanna hear, I’m what you need to hear. But you gonna stay clear any who, plenty you front a lot. Heed to here, these words, shut the fuck up. Please, to the herds of haters, shut the fuck up. Debaters, instigators, shut the fuck up. Even myself I need to shelf, and shut the fuck up. I’m a let my homie Mental do they damn thang. Yo, rip that shit! (mental verse) yea they way too loud i need them to go shut up me and a hype like some bread n some butter i hop out the coupe and i hit up my brother told him we up cuz the money keep coming im really gon be really rich by the summer damn ima be up in LA with a mansion and doors with a keypad i heard ur new lil tape and im hoping ur ass just keep that i took a break but i said i would be back ur best friends fake dont know how u dont see that cdg scent and im rockin the ski mask yall some imposters u can not complete tasks vvs diamonds they rainbow like gay pride im with my dawgs yea im with my canines i told bro hmu right on the facetime i seen my friends go onto the fake side why would u do it we movin silent and yall moving stupid dollar bills on me and they all the bluest said if its not about guap im not fluent they copy my style they know my influence say u got money, prove it they wanna know how i do it i see them watching my every movement

Straight In The Booth, I’m great in the tooth. Chomp down on the competition, autiditon n drown. In wit’ the win, take a spin of my collection. Make a sin go bye bye, and reach the teach of shy high. Potent, woken n spoken this my moment. Section where I come from, dumb they want me feeling numb. Real I am, and damn, since my youth I doing this. Great in the tooth spewing this, Straight In The Booth. Straight In The Booth. Counting my racks, drowning in plaques, not yet. Got set on the goal tho, fo’ yo who keep admiring. I’m a keep firing this dope shit, is hope lit. Yes but guess more or less what better is success. Wetter lands, cheddar hands, more prosper. My roster is deep, I keep a peep wit’ the froster. Not to raise heat, but to praise beat and just chill. I’m ill wit’ rhyme skill, kill only lonely instru. Mentals, credentials, been you times two. Mimes who you should be compared n shared to. Cause both pause and barely rarely say shit. I’m on my Big L shit, to the pig I ain’t tell shit. Yell lit spit, oh fuck you heard this before. I don’t give a fuck, don’t live to suck, absurd whore. Like behavior for the dick riding, sick siding. Wit’ the enemy, friend of me? Nah you a phony ho G. A blow be coming your way, I summon astray. Shots, I gots the lethal needle and ain’t a muh’ fuckin’ sequel. You breed greed, I weed the need out no doubt. And silence without violence but just word that bust bird. Like projectiles, I snipe ‘em down. Yo wrecked styles ayo, pipe ‘em down. ‘Fore I wipe ‘em out, clout chasing erasing the truth. A Hype representing and repenting straight in the booth. Straight in the booth. Straight In The Booth, I’m great in the tooth. Chomp down on the competition, autiditon n drown. In wit’ the win, take a spin of my collection. Make a sin go bye bye, and reach the teach of shy high. Potent, woken n spoken this my moment. Section where I come from, dumb they want me feeling numb. Real I am, and damn, since my youth I doing this. Great in the tooth spewing this, Straight In The Booth. Straight In The Booth. Yeah, me and Taylor Morgan. We on that dope ass vibe type shit. Thank you Taylor. Love ya. Let’s fucking rip this shit. Aight! Hell yeah, we just did motha fucka! Yeah! Peace.