Ya Boy Lyrics

Yeah Look Question: Who really runs it? Because everything you're trying to do, I've already done it Smoking up in Cali got me higher than a summit With my pedal to the metal on the 5 while I gun it Headed to LA, northbound out of Daygo Where they know I put it down because I work and I lay low Getting to the cash, I ain't talking about a payroll People take my style and twist it like a tornado But I'm two years ahead of whatever you think is popping Wearing what you wouldn't even think of when you're shopping Until you see what I'm rocking In my city when I'm mobbing And I swear the shit be feeling like it's Gotham how they're robbing Jacking all my style and Acting all wild, man Shitting on these haters, been doing it for a while, man Self-proclaimed Smartest artist in the game And the hardest when it comes to spitting writtens off of the brain God damn, how did he come up with a flow like this? How does he keep on killing show after show like this? How he went from raw talent to a pro like this Had to make my own name, and it goes like this Your boy, Bakes You already know who it is Way too advanced, can't flow with the kids Every single day, see him grow in the biz I'm a staple in the game, never blow with the wind (Your boy, Bakes!) You already know who it is I'm the one that's about to have a glow with the wrist Every rapper wants to have a go with this shit But I really am the one who was chosen for this (Your boy, Bakes!) Came in the game and I got the shit cracking I did it without no gimmicks, only rapping They've been sleeping on me, I know they've been napping I pick up the pace, ain't got time for no slacking Wake up and get to my day like I need it But first I've got to give my girl what she's fiending Beat the pussy up but never mistreat it She loves the way I go down under and eat it, but After that it's right back to the money Sunny Southern California, but I'm never looking bummy Now they all want something from me 'Cause rapping like a mummy Up in Egypt, I'm a pharaoh, even Ra couldn't son me Walk around my town, you can see how I'm shining If my aura ain't glowing, then it's probably because I'm hiding Ducking from the bullshit Mumbling when fools spit Does anybody rap no more? Keep it cool, bitch I'm the one that's been most consistent in my city And bringing all the people together like a committee And every time you see him with a girl, you know she's pretty Even when he keeps it simple, man, you know the shit is witty God damn, how did he figure how to rap like this? Every track rubber band, how he snaps like this? How is he putting SD on the map like this? Had to make my own name and I'm back like this Your boy, Bakes You already know who it is Way too advanced, can't flow with the kids Every single day, see him grow in the biz I'm a staple in the game, never blow with the wind (Your boy, Bakes!) You already know who it is I'm the one that's about to have a glow with the wrist Every rapper wants to have a go with this shit But I really am the one who was chosen for this (Your boy, Bakes!) They've been complacent while I've been consistent They're falling behind and becoming more distant Working for years, it don't come in an instant They're turning their own career into forensics, but Never me, I'm moving too cleverly From Diego to the Bay, back down to Beverly And whack, I'll never be No swag, you'll never see I had to let it breathe I had to let it be