[Verse 1: Akin]
This beat’s some ’94 shit
But I’ll ignore this urge to get nostalgic—the here and now, n***a
A String Theory, I shine like bling jewelry
These days blowin’ on loud as afgooey
It get ghoulie and, truly, I’m that coolly
High, dropped out with the clout, the rap goodie
No mob—young god on his own path
In the cyber, me, MacGyver, Worlds of Warcraft
Mo’ magic, mo’ static while they broadcast
Drizzy Drake, Ricky fakeness is all that
Matted hairs, tatted bliss on my chest showing
The name of God struck in awe, so my God’s owing
Shame on y’all similar stripper songs, hoing
Shame on y’all similar stripper songs, knowing
We are more than some dollars and some drugs
These n***as stay playing themselves, so I pause

[Hook: Akin]
(Pause, pause, pause, pause you, you, you)
Don’t nobody know my name
(Pause, pause, pause, pause you, you, you)
Don’t nobody know my name
(Pause, pause, pause, pause you, you, you)
Don’t nobody know my name
(Pause, pause, pause, pause you, you, you)
[Verse 2: Akin]
Fuck your couch, n***a—fuck that brand
Fuck that house, n***a—bless that man
Everything goes in this quickening sand
Said a mirror to a sad face, “Hold on to grin” (OK)
Open-wound, peroxide—pour it on the skin (Uh huh)
Was hoping to archive—he stored all the pain (Yeah)
Surrounded by white guilt. What’s in a name?
Ask Paula Deen, Sterling—here we go again (Damn)
Nothing new, really, so we smile at the sun
Miss [Lord Dave?]—shout him out through song
Linked with Dre—now a n***a back to one
Yo, it’s 2014—now, time to have some fun
A boy returns to a place called home
To voice concern to Adolf's clones
Hate in the air subtle with overtones
Of a bygone era when my peoples got hung (Damn)

[Hook: Akin]
(Pause, pause, pause, pause you, you, you)
Don’t nobody know my name
(Pause, pause, pause, pause you, you, you)
Don’t nobody know my name
(Pause, pause, pause, pause you, you, you)
Don’t nobody know my name
(Pause, pause, pause, pause you, you, you)