[Verse 1: C-Ray]

Yeah, remember me?

He used to rock the braids and the baggy jeans

Here to kick it off or spit this spark with the gasoline

Leave a skittish mark on any bars trynna catch a dream

This hip-hop heart is beating

We got bring the atropine

I'm here to blow your speakers, come and see me in the bleachers

Test then I’d a beat ya then you see that it's procedures

Dressing me a seizure and I respect that ever

But they reckless on a record

Then I get the swiffer sweeper and clean house

Top to bottom when I spot em

If it's looking like a problem I be looking like I’m probably finna sleep now

And get to snoozing on these wannabe's

Cats who want the beats and want em free cause they don't wanna bring the green out

So how do they expect to rake in any cash in any fashion when it take this shit to make it

That's when I get to laughing when they after me for tracks

These rappers I can't stand em and they faculties is whack

But I need the dough so I can feed the little titan well

So I'm in no position to be picky bout the clientele

Cause I'll really hurt ya if I gotta for my son

And they know I really do this, don't get caught up in the fun

Like the only time I kick is when I step out for the show

Handle business say goodbye like it’s checkout at the mall

I have fun, I make the most, and I know it’s on such a low-scale

But everybody plays it up and rides each others coat-tails

[Hook: C-Ray]

But you're not what you put off

Walk around like you a boss

Take a loss you’re a no-name (you're a no-name)

And who am I to front

Homie I don't need to stunt I would rather be a no-name

(you're a no-name)

Look you can do it big, I just wanna make enough to feed my kids stay in yo lane (stay in yo lane)

But if you in the dark and you’re looking for a spark, man I gotta get the propane

[Verse 2: SP Double]

Remember me (me)

The one who gave you loving and direction

Lost it all

Got it back

The one who didn't buckle under pressure

Tried to push weight

Made my re-up gave it back (why?)

I couldn't stomach the grumbling, shattered dreams, and a fiends eyes

You see me humble and I live exactly what I'm spitting

But tests (gets respect)

My fam has seen the spitting from this smith and see

The difference is I'm from the hood just like you

But I didn't let that determine what I could or couldn't do

Man I live sweat and blood, cry for the microphone

An artist determined to live every day like I could die alone

Shit I'll cyclone, or might clone

You're looking like stone

Move me with your movie persona

I'm looking right through em

I wouldn't know your names if I didn't have bills to pay

It's sad enough I've had it up to here but it's feeling real today

Oh you the man caked up, new shoes on a Land Rover

Asking me for free balling on a monthly plan so just stick to taking this pen and twisted it into an actual massacre

On some cannibalistic sacrificing amateur

From now on you asking and my name is *gun clicks*

All of this work for you to see me rock a spotting ass (who's that?)

[Hook: C-Ray]

But you're not what you put off

Walk around like you a boss

Take a loss you're a no-name (you're a no-name)

And who am I to front

Homie I don't need to stunt I would rather be a no-name

(you're a no-name)

Look you can do it big, I just wanna make enough to feed my kids stay in yo lane (stay in yo lane)

But if you in the dark and you're looking for a spark, man I gotta get the propane