Remember the Name

You ready? Let's go

Yeah

For those of you who wants to know what we're all about

It's like this, y'all

This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill

Fifteen percent concentrated power of will

Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain

And a hundred percent reason to remember the name

Go

He doesn't need his name up in lights

He just wants to be heard, whether it's the beat or the mic

Feels so unlike everybody else alone

In spite of the fact that that some people still think that they know him

Fuck them, he knows the code, it's not about the salary

It's all about reality and makin' some noise

Makin' the story, makin' sure his clique stays up

That means when he puts it down Tak's pickin' it up

Who the hell is he anyway? He never really talks much

Never concerned with status but still leavin' them starstruck

Humbled through opportunities, given to him despite the fact

That many misjudge him because he makes a livin' from writin' raps

Now put it together, now the picture connects

Never askin' for someone's help to get some respect

He's only focused on what he wrote, his will is beyond reach

And now when it all unfolds, the skill of an artist

This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill

Fifteen percent concentrated power of will

Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain

And a hundred percent reason to remember the name

Go

He's not your everyday on the block

He knows how to work with what he's got, makin' his way to the top

People think it's  a common owners name, people keep askin'

Him was it given at birth or does it stand for an acronym?

No, he's livin' proof, got him rockin' to booth

He'll get you buzzin' quicker than a shot of vodka with juice

Him and his crew are known around as one of the best

Dedicated to what they doin', give a hundred percent

'Nobody really knows how or why

He works so hard, it seems like he's never got time

Because he writes every note and he writes every line

And I've seen him at work when that light goes on in his mind

It's like a design written in his head every time

Before he even touches a key or speaks in a rhyme

And those motherfuckers he runs with those kids that he signed

Ridiculous, without even tryin', how did they do it?

Eight years in the makin', waitin' to blow

Now the record with the virgins takin' over the globe

He's got a partner in crime, his shit is equally dope

You won't believe the kind of shit that comes out of this kid's throat

This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill

Fifteen percent concentrated power of will

Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain

And a hundred percent reason to remember the name

This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill

Fifteen percent concentrated power of will

Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain

And a hundred percent reason to remember the name

Go