Yeah Ya Know It - Skillz

You checkin out, one of the baddest that ever did it

I’ve been told that, so I ain’t kiddin

And I trippin, I got what it takes to do it

So I’m a keep makin the music

Ain’t too many tracks that I ain’t put in flames

Nigga I put a kick and a snare to shame (shame)

You know my name, I know you see

How I make this, look so easy (come on)

Ha, it’s in my blood (uh huh), it’s in my veins

And I’m a keep it hoppin man, I ain’t goin to change (I ain’t goin to change)

It’s what I do, it’s how I live (it's how I live)

And yeah it’s a struggle, but it is what it is (it is what it is)

What mine’s is mine, what’s his is his (his is his)

And yeah I love the music, but I hate the biz (hate the biz)

Cause that’s the shit that’ll come and ruin it (come and ruin it)

But it’s all love when y’all say 'keep doin it'

I ain’t goin to stop man

— w/ ad libs

Yeah, ya know it, uh huh, yeah ya know it

Uh huh, yeah ya know it

I ain’t goin to stop

I’m a keep it hot, ya know it

Uh huh, yeah ya know it

Yeah ya know it

Uh huh, yeah ya know it

Uh huh, yeah ya know it

I ain’t goin to stop

I’m a keep it hot, ya know it

Uh huh, yeah ya know it

(Truck North!)

Man, it ain’t hard for me to spit that raw

Niggas been gettin served for a decade or more

Non fiction dog, all you got to do is check the stats

All you got to do is check the raps

Yeah, it may look sweet, the grass is green

The flows is hot, the sneakers is clean

It’s funny how much folks don’t want to see

The gray areas, the in betweens

This shit is a job, just like yours

A means to an end, we don’t work for applause

I done been on tour and slept on floors

Carry niggas' bags, just to leave the war

But I don’t bitch, I don’t complain

Got to keep playin for the love of the game

And every real baller got to play through pain

The spoils for the winners, so winning’s the aim (come on, come on)

I want you to listen and take your time (uh huh)

I want what I say to stick in your mind (preach)

See it’s a big world man and that’s a fact

There’s a billion rappers and a zillion tracks (and a zillion tracks, church)

While we in here, I’m a make it clear (uh huh)

I got love for y’all, appreciate your ear (come on)

I can’t keep it locked man, I got to share

So this goes to my fans and all my peers

So keep in mind (uh huh), that in these rhymes (come on)

Are delicate words with intricate designs

It ain’t my fault, it’s how I was trained

Blame Rakim, blame Big Daddy Kane

See when I go, I go to the limit

I got to leave somethin here when I’m finished

It’s all I know, it’s where I’m from

And when this done, we startin on another one, huh