Exhibit C

[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 fucking body
I ain't got no fucking DJ
Y'know what I'm saying
And if I did, it probably only be flipped
Bitch niggas
Haha
So yeah, 'bout to get it cracking
So sit back and relax as I make juice out of you niggas

[Verse 1: C-Ray]
Oh boy
Yeah
I ain't the nigga with a stash box nigga
In the drug game
Don't be with the Crips, never kicked it where the Bloods hang
That shit ain't for me, nigga 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 fucking up they eyesight
They going blind right
Yeah
Cause I'm a savage with the skill 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 pissed me off, I might fuck around and transform
Then come back with a record that'll have you niggas 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 fucking hate it
Cause I ain't stupid nigga, I be on my Einstein
Dumbing down the music, it be hard for me to find time
I'm sick of niggas 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
Niggas breaking rules, get detention when I see ya
I be in the game, you looking stupid in the bleachers
I walk the shit I talk, you see the doodoo on my sneakers
I don't fuck 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 niggas hating but with bitches 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 nigga, meet me at the next show
Come by yourself homie, you can bring your goons too
But when it comes to killing reputations I'm the who's who
You ain't in my class niggas 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 nigga, why try
Your shitty way of living makes it hard to be a nice guy
Yeah
A lot of artists wanna be that nigga 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 fucking 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 kill 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 kills yo ass for throwing up the wrong shit
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 niggas smarten up, don't be a fool

[Outro: C-Ray]
Yes
Hahah
Yeah
Man I love this shit
I don't know what it's gonna take for you niggas to figure that out
I ain't famous nigga
I ain't get no money for this shit
This is what I do
Yeah
Wooh
I'm out