Lyrics:

Yo

It's Your Boy


Just doin my thang
Just doin my thang
Just doin my thang
It's Your Boy I'm just doin my thang


I do my own thang, dont ask for nobody's help
And fuck it I think I'm dope so so will somebody else
People can't except that my madness is payin off
Ben Al headed for millions and NO he ain't playin ball
Hurtin these haters feelings I tell em to shake it off
Then I kill it like it was Billy Batts breaking my balls
Im a hero killin villians I did it to save us all
Go to sleep writin rhymes and wake up breakin the law
Written the shit I'm livin I spit it and make a song
The moments for taking I'm fixin to take it all
I'm bout to get this money/no debt/ bills paid
And autographin shirts/sixth grade field day
I started from the bottom and fightin to go up higher
Gasoline in my saliva I spit it and light the fire
And I ain't goin Jackson, Jordan, or Tyson/ Im goin Myers
Just a nigga wit the flame thats good at doin his thang
It's Your Boy



Yea I'm doin my thang
Just doin my thang
Just doin my thang
I'm just doin my thang (So watch me do it)

Doin My Thang
I'm just doin my thang
I'm just doin my thang
Yea Yea I'm doin my thang (So watch me do it)


My city is electric, my style is eclectic
Say whatever I want like the shit was off the record
Electric City Benji I'm the black Lord Raiden
Why the fuck should I be humble when nobody help me make it?
Built it brick by brick, I even laid the foundation
They just wanna decorate/look at me and say that 'We made it'
And its heavy, and none of em help me lift it
And the fame a niggas gettin is the shit that bridgin the distance
It's funny they say they love it, I know they don't really get it
Then say they my biggest fan, it's hard to pay it attention
They got the best of intentions, but niggas smoke out my bong
Forget to let me hit it, like who the fuck am I kiddin?
So I put my self first and focused more on my vision
And kicked like a nigga that told you the sky was the limit
Old friends/ new fans/ and the moment to seize
I'm unstoppable my only opponent is me







Just watch me, Send me some congrats
While I'm givin God gratzies and Mom and Pop cash
And steady workin my ass off/ I'm tryin to blast off
And tryin to make a treasure chest off of trash talk
Transform music
Look myself in the mirror makin sure that the man that I'm lookin at is gone do him
And be true to his spirit and never let em pollute him
But skills don't sell, if they did I'd be a shoe in
So the only thing that I can think to do is start a movement
Wit a clique of real niggas, no Judas's included
Just niggas who in pursuit of that real shit
Dangerous minded niggas that you don't wanna deal wit
Some I hustle wit, some I played on the field wit
Some super lyrical and some on that trill shit
Don't do what other niggas do cause cuzo I built this here wit my own two
And thats why I won't lose, and thats how I do me