Yadda Yadda 2.0
Know I spit that hocus pocus, got you focused on what's spoken
While you toking on that potent, slowly moving locomotion
For the coastals and the locals, now I hope you know my vocals
I should smoke you like I'm supposed to when they open up the pro tools
GOKU! you digging what I'm saying? Check the melody
The hell if he, could ever grant these wishes like a Celebi
Fidelity, but I ain't that much when niggas telling these
Fabricated stories about moving o's and always selling p's
Or how they dwell these, gangsta killers they'll believe
Anything that pops into their head, I'll that melon squeeze
I peeped the cycle, I ain't trying to be like Michael
So putting leashes on my dawgs is only going to make them bite you
Yes I'm spiteful and delightful, on occasion can be frightful
Like a semi auto rifle, aiming lasers at your idols
Haters like you, may despise you, but they never ever fight you
God forgive them niggas please, go to church, get your bible
You not not like me, I'm like you, cuz I'm different with the shit
They still trying to build a case, OJ Simpson in this bitch
And they hope that Yatta falter, never make to a legend
And I love my people, why this hatred from my brethren
I got some questions for these hittas where the fuck your doe at
Coming at the boy until I'm snapping like a Kodack
I'm having flashbacks of label sleeping on my notepad
I got these white niggas, saying dude Yatta's so rad
I'm all good, but so bad, no bipolar symptoms
Brain freeze the mind, cause I'm ice cold with writtens
I like hoes, but women, can hold my attention
I load my extensions, with dope lines and mentions
Like four fives and smiffens, I blow mines no kidding
No hahas so listen, you lowlifes stop bitching
God blessed a brother with this gift, and I'm a use it well
So when I do this, I'ma do this, and I do it well
Real talk that's the truth of the matter
Sometimes you got to add the water just loosen the batter
Now mix it up and make this cake, the proof in data
But slick talking motherfucker want to confuse with chatter
I'm jacked up, and this is only part of the problem
It's real motherfuckering struggle where we start from the bottom
No TV deals, no checks or inheritance funds
So if a nigga got all that, don't compare me to them
I built this shit from the ground been a boss, renting venues
Paying rappers, then its steakhouse for the menu
Competition call them appetizers, cause they been food
Vitalize the game, I swear they need me like a Senzu
Been through, trials and tribulations just to make bands
Spend it on my shorties, and investing in a save plan
Yatta getting paid to rock the stage I'm like a caveman
This this shit like I am K Lamar, cause all I say... DAMN