90059

Album: 90059 (2015)
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  • Took my mind on this road, you too
    I took my mind on this road, way through
    I take your mind on this road, you do
    I took my mind on this road, way through

    I don't know why niggas keep fucking with me
    These streets make it so hard to breathe
    Highs and my lows
    Look both ways, where I'm supposed to go
    Ah, shit, get out my pocket

    The stench from the smoke could smell so ferocious
    Winos in the alley, nearly slumped over
    Demons in they eyes, glassy, no Folgers
    Wake up sober, kill you for a cold one
    Snotty nosed rascals, big ratchet toters
    Give it up slowly, click, clack, it's over
    Something like Velcro, stay attached to corners
    Hood rats plotting, riding for the blue cheese
    All for the Gram, grams and a new weave
    All they gotta spend expands, and some loose knees
    Niggas taking chances, tip-toeing with two P's
    No one's a simp, weak or strong they do bleed
    Candle light vigils, closure if they do leave
    Bullets have a name defined by different calibers
    Concrete jungle, beware of different challengers
    Gotta have the stomach for dookie bags and catheters
    Play your cards right or be scratching off them calendars

    I don't know why niggas keep fucking with me
    These streets make it so hard to breathe
    Highs and my lows
    Look both ways, where I'm supposed to go
    Ah, shit, get out my block

    These waters are murky, crocodiles they lurking
    Murder rate merging, up and down virgins
    Guess you gotta play street versions of a surgeon
    Keep beat bursting, closing down all your curtains
    When shit don't go right, gotta question your purpose
    Denim with them serpents coming back to surface
    EBT, zero balance, worthless
    You either leave in limousines or them hearses
    Too much bad blood, another problem emerges
    You started the problem you motherfucking deserved it
    Politicking, a lot of liquor, that be the answer
    They Marlboro, trying to trick them, they be the cancer
    Gotta get that loose change, you gotta kick a nigga brain
    Like your name Liu Kang, that be the mantra
    Stop, look, listen, that's the words to live by
    Know you gotta stake your claim, like a rib-eye
    90059, nigga, here's why

    I don't know why niggas keep fucking with me
    These streets make it so hard to breathe
    Highs and my lows
    Look both ways, where I'm supposed to go
    Ah, shit, get out my pocket

    A force from the rap game my nigga, this ain't a circus
    There's no Ringling Brothers, no Barnum and Bailey
    Clowned ass niggas get marked out daily, trucked out lately
    Bitch niggas get they hat brought to them, you don't communicate
    Well hands and the gat talk to you, what's the convo?
    Don't think fast, you end up getting a combo
    Think situations is calm, then they bomb though
    Sleeping in the bando, it's either death or jail
    Something you never planned for, dreaming about Lambos
    Wake up shivering, pillow next to a lamppost
    Straight up out the motherfuckin' crockpot it's Watts
    One stops leave you with dope, socks is not boxed
    No rats, re-rock that got them all losing weight
    Got all they teeth shot but got a sweet spot
    Gotta call up Dr. Dre just for the Detox
    All of this in one zip code, keep the streets hot

    I don't know why niggas keep fucking with me
    These streets make it so hard to breathe
    Highs and my lows
    Look both ways, where I'm supposed to go
    Ah, shit, get out my pocket Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
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