[Intro]
Arms

[Verse 1: C-Ray]
Yeah
I ain't the guy to bring some opposition
Ain't been out the kitchen since the freshman out the South of Richland
Amount to shit is what you 'bout to do
Flying at my altitude, I collapse the earth when I come out the blue
Without the shoes, I'm walking over coals, lava when it overflows
Yeah I heard your record, you a broken stove
You's supposed to show your fucking dad respect
Cause he withholds a nasty temper
You step out of line and now he's out to get ya
A thousand miles an hour how's I bring the devastation
To your camp and anybody with whom has affiliation
Humiliation is the plate I'm serving
N***as gon' get blazed for certain once I take the stage in which to make my sermon
I'm preaching to the choir
See as we defeat the liars
And do it right over the beats, we be the street suppliers
Release the fire, shit is off the grill
Toss you in a coffin still
We do it for the feel and not the dollar bill

[Chorus: C-Ray]
Tell me are you listening
I'm just trynna maintain
While you spit the same shit
I'll be on my A-game
Tell me are you listening
Why you coming weak homie
I be on the beat like a army in the streets so
Tell me are you listening
I'm just trynna maintain
While you spit the same shit
I'll be on my A-game
Tell me are you listening
Why you coming weak homie
I be on the beat like a army in the streets so