Artist: Jay Rock f/ Lance Skiiwalker Album: 90059 Song: 90059 Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Intro: Lance Skiiiwalker] AHHH, SHIT~! ... 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 [Chorus: Lance Skiiiwalker] 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! AHH, shit! Get out my pocket [Jay Rock] 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 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 is spandex pants and some loose knees Niggas takin' chances, tip-toein' 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 scratchin' off them calendars [Chorus] [Jay Rock] These waters are murky, crocodiles, they lurkin' Murder rate mergin', up and down virgins Guess you gotta play street versions of a surgeon Keep beat burstin', closin' down all your curtains When shit don't go right, gotta question your purpose Denim with them serpents comin' 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 motherfuckin' deserved it Politickin', a lot of liquor, that be the answer They Marlboros, tryin' 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~! [Chorus] [Lance Skiiwalker] AHH, shit! Get out my pocket AHH, shit! Get out my pocket ... Get out my pocket [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, you don't communicate Well hands and the gat talk to you, what's the convo? Don't think fast, you end up gettin' a combo Think situations is calm, then they bomb though Sleepin' in the bando, it's either death or jail Somethin' you never planned for, dreamin' about Lambos Wake up shiverin', 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 losin' 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 [Chorus]