[Hook: C-Ray]

They wonder what I'm doing here until they hear the record lay

Let the music travel through you until you hear what the message say

No-one gave me an open hand so what do you expect from mine?

Because every time I do this I amuse and live in record time

[Verse 1: C-Ray]

Yeah

Don't get it wrong

It ain't that I'm sick, I just sick of y'all

Tell me that you're feeling sitting, listening to bitches all day

You hear it this that I'm pen is finna get in jaws

I'm turning these rappers to spirits in a linen drawer

I should be spending more time with my pen and sword

But since I got priorities I hope that he don't get ignored

I just need to handle my business then I'm back to spitting

Back to ripping faces off of places on the map go missing

The act of dissing gets abrasions on the rap edition

After riffing and then we attack em for the wackest writ-tens

And you don't wander with me or the illest squad of poets

Ought to know it probably get you

Brought em in my wad up know it

There's no remorse for your bogus and your lack of focus

After hopelessness how I would classify you pack of vultures

And on my back and shoulders is where I'mma pack the boulder

This one is my city, come and see us make a massive quota, still

[Hook: C-Ray]

They wonder what I'm doing here until they hear the record lay

Let the music travel through you until you hear what the message say

No-one gave me an open hand so what do you expect from mine?

Because every time I do this I amuse and live in record time

[Verse 2: C-Ray]

Look

I don't need your talking

You don't even have to cross the act a model fuck with me

All I need's my son

You niggas ain't my cup of tea, so if you feel you need to ball

I think we all will come and see

Think you better run, hah

You're just a sorry local

But so am I though

Minus the remorse cause I ain't fucking with you sideshows

Blowing up my phone like I got something to provide, no

None of this is free, we all need something to survive bro

And I'm just trynna make it, don't wanna be well known

I'm moving out of the state, breaking my cellphone

And now I'm looking like the bad guy for doing me

So there you are, hating on the sly like I knew you'd be

It isn't unexpected everyone should know

A snake is a pest and I be on the measure of control

You tried to hold me down, never let me up to grow

Till I put you in the ground then you belly-up and gone

Message

[Hook: C-Ray]

They wonder what I'm doing here until they hear the record lay

Let the music travel through you until you hear what the message say

No-one gave me an open hand so what do you expect from mine?

Because every time I do this I amuse and live in record time

[Verse 3: C-Ray]

Make-up [bleach?]

You ain't crooked, you a fake (fake)

On the corner hoofing only good for getting play (play)

Only good-for-nothing, we put something on your scalp (scalp)

But they handle it for nothing, couple blunt hits what's his sprout? (sprout)

Childhood training got me looking for the fake

All the time you spent faking got you looking like a snake

And once they show their scales, it get's heavier than hell

We turn into people that'll do whatever to prevail

So I acquire the target, shorten the kill chain

And spill brains on a record as I conceal pain

And then I reach in my chest and give you my heart to bump

Spark a blunt, then I cough a lung up in my coffee cup

And up at thirty-thousand feet is where I'm bound to be

Until I'm outta reefer, see ya I ain't coming down for weeks

For years you slacked on your music, your shit is sounding weak

But see we rep for hip-hop until we in the ground for keeps

Peace

[Hook: C-Ray]

They wonder what I'm doing here until they hear the record lay

Let the music travel through you until you hear what the message say

No-one gave me an open hand so what do you expect from mine?

Because every time I do this I amuse and live in record time