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exhibit c - charlie ray lyrics

[intro: c*ray]
yeah
charlie ray in the house
rep it for the 5*0*9 one time
got my little mixtape
anything you can do
posted by no f*cking body
i ain’t got no f*cking dj
y’know what i’m saying
and if i did, it probably only be flipped
b*tch n*ggas
haha
so yeah, ’bout to get it cracking
so sit back and relax as i make juice out of you n*ggas

[verse 1: c*ray]
oh boy
yeah
i ain’t the n*gga with a stash box n*gga
in the drug game
don’t be with the crips, never kicked it where the bloods hang
that sh*t ain’t for me, n*gga music is my love thang
and i’mma buy the world so i can put it in my sons name
when it comes to rap, i don’t play it for the limelight
i just want some money, i get famous when the time’s right
in my lane, anybody next to me gets sideswiped
and when they try to see me, i’ll be f*cking up they eyesight
they going blind right
yeah
cause i’m a savage with the sk!ll yo
diss me and i kick you in your package with the steel toe
that’s how my reply feels
i don’t pull a punch back
i ruin your career before you even get yo lunch packed
yeah
i ain’t the one to underestimate
i know some of y’all got it so i’ve come to set the records straight
rappers p*ssed me off, i might f*ck around and transform
then come back with a record that’ll have you n*ggas yelling “ray”
don’t never hesitate
just get ready for the coming storm
i change into a different man the moment that my son was born
outlook is better
i had to make a couple changes
now the way i think and operate i know you f*cking hate it
cause i ain’t stupid n*gga, i be on my einstein
dumbing down the music, it be hard for me to find time
i’m sick of n*ggas that be hating on your god*shine
they playing in the game, but trynna run it from the sidelines
this is my time
i’m the best to ever do it, you a student i’m a teacher
n*ggas breaking rules, get detention when i see ya
i be in the game, you looking stupid in the bleachers
i walk the sh*t i talk, you see the doodoo on my sneakers
i don’t f*ck around, you could put that on your mom blood
that’s where you can find me, she’s the one that i’m on top of
i’ll be in your town sipping henny with a strong buzz
i see them n*ggas hating but with b*tches it be all love
yeah
and you don’t have to like me, but respect is what you best show
if you got a problem n*gga, meet me at the next show
come by yourself homie, you can bring your goons too
but when it comes to k!lling reputations i’m the who’s who
you ain’t in my class n*ggas think i went to sky high
thermals fit, you won’t even see me when i fly by
i be in a shuttle, try to top a n*gga, why try
your sh*tty way of living makes it hard to be a nice guy
yeah
a lot of artists wanna be that n*gga with a rap sheet
and tell you ’bout the crimes that they committed on the back streets
tell you ’bout the drugs they used to sell and how they packed heat
and how they made a hundred grand off powder as of last week
but you ain’t fooling anybody with a f*cking brain
we understand you wanna sell some records so you run the game
if i was you, i’d just keep it real and tell us something sane
cause trynna be a criminal’ll k!ll you when it comes to fame
and that’s real
how many rappers have you seen, try to be a thug
and get rejected by they own fans ’cause they’ve seen enough
there’s a lot of pieces to the puzzle, make ’em all fit
before somebody k!lls yo ass for throwing up the wrong sh*t
i smell a wannabe and i don’t think your mind is right so i ain’t gon’ be anywhere around you when the lightning strikes
there’s a hefty price to pay just for being cool
so i suggest you n*ggas smarten up, don’t be a fool
[outro: c*ray]
yes
hahah
yeah
man i love this sh*t
i don’t know what it’s gonna take for you n*ggas to figure that out
i ain’t famous n*gga
i ain’t get no money for this sh*t
this is what i do
yeah
wooh
i’m out

- charlie ray lyrics

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