Necessary Lyrics - 90059 - Jay Rock

90059 be the zip, it be the zip 

90059 be the zip, it be the zip, it be the zip 

90059 be the zip, it be the zip 

90059 be the zip, it be the zip 

90059 be the zip, it be the zip 

90059 be the zip 

I'm straight up out that East side, swangin' like ziplines 

On Forgiato rim tires, automatic spit fire 

'Gnac in a black canister, look at this bastard go 

It don't take much to aim, fingers been snatchin' souls 

Out on my grind, rhymin', stacking this cash to hold 

And I could take you where them niggas get bodied 

But that ain't nobody business, so what the fuck is you asking for? 

Look, I'm just try'na blow good dope 

And put my feet to the metal of life and see just how fast it goes 

Fuck the world, gotta make that bitch grab her toes 

And Rock game never groovy, no weapon shall prosper 

Manoeuvre like I'm Bruce Lee, ya know I'm chucks 

Been doing this since a young buck 

Banging for fifty cent from a victim, while my gun talk 

And somebody gotta get it 

And when you make a dollar, know somebody gotta spend it 

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The struggle is real, the struggle is real, the struggle is real 

You gotta do what you got to just to get over the hill 

When you live in America, either kill or be killed, yo 

Lord have mercy, have mercy 

I know I ain't living right and know I'm not perfect 

But plus I gotta eat what I'm doing it's worth it 

So, Lord have mercy 

I stay at your head or be at your throat 

Better ask your folk, I'm never the dawg to provoke 

Niggas know the status and bitches come cast their votes 

In my zone with codeine and plenty of grass to smoke 

I'm surpassed and broke, stay trapping for mo' 

Two chicks boosting, we hooking back up in the back of the sto' 

I'm the jack of many trades, steady pimping my pen 

Hustle in the shade, respond in a nigga's funny ways 

I was raised by winners 

Niggas who park benzes up at that Staples Center 

Now that gangsta nigga, I'm on some new money 

Nothing but raw, pop shit, catch one in the jaw 

It's gutta law, I know, you wish you was a star 

What I do is internal, smoking herbal Try'na run up in some bitches who fertile 

woah 

Feel like this is my moment, feel it's time for change 

Excercise in game, niggas vibe the change 

No looking back at it, cause this is that moment 

I step forward ready to go at each and every opponent 

Give it to anybody that want it 

Represent the underdog, training in the gym 

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Tell a minute, they get they number called 

I'm speed bagging it's worth, the trainers see me smashing 

With perspiration on the back of my shirt, making them sweat 

Better yet, just look at them feds 

Like when I'm in that Nicks, cashing a check, you know it's real nigga 

The struggle is real, the struggle is real, the struggle is real 

You gotta do what you got to just to get over the hill 

When you live in America, either kill or be killed, yo 

Lord have mercy, have mercy 

I know I ain't living right and know I'm not perfect 

But plus I gotta eat what I'm doing it's worth it 

So, Lord have mercy