Tae Beast - 90059 lyrics

[Produced by Tae Beast] [Directed by Panamæra & The Little Homies] [Intro: Lance Skiiiwalker] 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 [Hook: Lance Skiiiwalker] I don't know why n***as keep f**ing with me These streets make it so hard to breathe Highs and my lows Look both ways, where I'm supposed to go Ah, sh**, get out my pocket [Verse 1: Jay Rock] The stench from the smoker's smoke, so ferocious Winos in the alley, nearly slumped over Demons in they eyes, gla**y, no Folgers Wake up sober, k** 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 n***as 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 [Hook: Lance Skiiiwalker] I don't know why n***as keep f**ing with me These streets make it so hard to breathe Highs and my lows Look both ways, where I'm supposed to go Ah, sh**, get out my pocket [Verse 2: Jay Rock] 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 sh** 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 motherf**ing 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 n***a 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, n***a, here's why [Hook: Lance Skiiiwalker] I don't know why n***as keep f**ing with me These streets make it so hard to breathe Highs and my lows Look both ways, where I'm supposed to go Ah, sh**, get out my pocket Ah, sh**, get out my pocket Ah, sh**, get out my pocket Get out my pocket [Verse 3: Jay Rock] A force from the rap game my n***a, this ain't a circus There's no Ringling Brothers, no Barnum and Bailey Clowned a** n***as get marked out daily, trucked out lately b**h n***as 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 d**h or jail Something you never planned for, dreaming about Lambos Wake up shivering, pillow next to a lamppost Straight up out the motherf**in' 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 [Hook: Lance Skiiiwalker] I don't know why n***as keep f**ing with me These streets make it so hard to breathe Highs and my lows Look both ways, where I'm supposed to go Ah, sh**, get out my pocket