| You checkin out, one of the baddest that ever did it
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| I’ve been told that, so I ain’t kiddin
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| And I trippin, I got what it takes to do it
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| So I’m a keep makin the music
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| Ain’t too many tracks that I ain’t put in flames
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| Nigga I put a kick and a snare to shame (shame)
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| You know my name, I know you see
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| How I make this, look so easy (come on)
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| Ha, it’s in my blood (uh huh), it’s in my veins
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| And I’m a keep it hoppin man, I ain’t goin to change (I ain’t goin to change)
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| It’s what I do, it’s how I live (it's how I live)
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| And yeah it’s a struggle, but it is what it is (it is what it is)
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| What mine’s is mine, what’s his is his (his is his)
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| And yeah I love the music, but I hate the biz (hate the biz)
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| Cause that’s the shit that’ll come and ruin it (come and ruin it)
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| But it’s all love when y’all say 'keep doin it'
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| I ain’t goin to stop man
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| — w/ ad libs
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| Yeah, ya know it, uh huh, yeah ya know it
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| Uh huh, yeah ya know it
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| I ain’t goin to stop
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| I’m a keep it hot, ya know it
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| Uh huh, yeah ya know it
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| Yeah ya know it
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| Uh huh, yeah ya know it
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| Uh huh, yeah ya know it
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| I ain’t goin to stop
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| I’m a keep it hot, ya know it
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| Uh huh, yeah ya know it
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| (Truck North!)
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| Man, it ain’t hard for me to spit that raw
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| Niggas been gettin served for a decade or more
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| Non fiction dog, all you got to do is check the stats
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| All you got to do is check the raps
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| Yeah, it may look sweet, the grass is green
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| The flows is hot, the sneakers is clean
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| It’s funny how much folks don’t want to see
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| The gray areas, the in betweens
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| This shit is a job, just like yours
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| A means to an end, we don’t work for applause
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| I done been on tour and slept on floors
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| Carry niggas' bags, just to leave the war
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| But I don’t bitch, I don’t complain
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| Got to keep playin for the love of the game
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| And every real baller got to play through pain
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| The spoils for the winners, so winning’s the aim (come on, come on)
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| I want you to listen and take your time (uh huh)
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| I want what I say to stick in your mind (preach)
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| See it’s a big world man and that’s a fact
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| There’s a billion rappers and a zillion tracks (and a zillion tracks, church)
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| While we in here, I’m a make it clear (uh huh)
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| I got love for y’all, appreciate your ear (come on)
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| I can’t keep it locked man, I got to share
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| So this goes to my fans and all my peers
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| So keep in mind (uh huh), that in these rhymes (come on)
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| Are delicate words with intricate designs
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| It ain’t my fault, it’s how I was trained
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| Blame Rakim, blame Big Daddy Kane
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| See when I go, I go to the limit
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| I got to leave somethin here when I’m finished
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| It’s all I know, it’s where I’m from
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| And when this done, we startin on another one, huh |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Yeah Ya Know It , by - Skillz. Song from the album The Million Dollar Backpack, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп