90059 Lyrics - 90059 - Jay Rock

Take 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 

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The stench from the smoker's smoke, 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 got is spandex pants, and some loose knees 

Niggas taking chances, tip-toeing with two P's 

No one's exempt, 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 

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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 

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 

Ah, shit, get out my pocket 

Ah, shit, get out my pocket 

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