JAY ROCK - 90059 lyrics

rate me

(Intro)

Took my mind on this road, ya too

I took my mind on this road, way thru'

I take yo mind on this road, ya do

I took my mind on this road, way thru'

(Hook)

I don't know why niggas keep fuckin' 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

(Verse: Jay Rock)

The stench from the smoke could smell so ferocious

Winos in the alley, nearly slumped ova

Demons in they eyes, glassy, no Folgers

Wake up sober, kill ya for a cold one

Snotty nosed rascals, big ratchet toters

Give it up slowly, click, clack, it's ova

Somethin' like Velcro, stay attached to corners

Hood rats plottin', ridin' for the blue cheese

All for the Gram, grams and a new weave

All they got to spend expands, and some loose knees

Niggas takin' chances, tip-toein' 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

Got to have the stomach for dookie bags and catheters

Play yo cards right or be scratchin' off them calendars

(Hook)

(Verse 2: Jay Rock)

These waters are murky, crocodiles they lurkin'

Murder rate mergin', up and down virgins

Guess ya got to play street versions of a surgeon

Keep beat burstin', closin' down all yo curtains

When shit don't go right, got to question yo purpose

Denim with them serpents comin' back to surface

EBT, zero balance, worthless

Ya eitha leave in limousines or them hearses

Too much bad blood, another problem emerges

Ya started the problem ya muthafuckin' deserved it

Politickin', a lot of liquor, that be the answer

They Marlboro, tryin' to trick them, they be the cancer

Got to get that loose change, ya got to kick a nigga brain

Like yo name Liu Kang, that be the mantra

Stop, look, listen, that's the words to live by

Know ya got to stake yo claim, like a rib-eye

90059, nigga, here's why

(Hook)

(Verse 3: Jay Rock)

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, ya don’t communicate

Well hands and the gat talk to ya, what’s the convo?

Don’t think fast, ya end up gettin' a combo

Think situations is calm, then they bomb though

Sleepin' in the bando, it’s either death or jail

Somethin' ya neva planned for, dreamin' about Lambos

Wake up shiverin', pillow next to a lamppost

Straight up out the muthafucking crockpot it’s Watts

One stops leave ya with dope, socks is not boxed

No rats, re-rock that got them all losin' weight

Got all they teeth shot but got a sweet spot

Got to call up Dr. Dre just for the Detox

All of this in one zip code, keep the streets hot

(Hook)