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Artist: Jay Rock
Album:  90059
Song:   Necessary
Typed by: Cedmaster3K

[Intro: Jay Rock]
90059 be the zip (heeeey)
Yeah, it be the zip
90059 be the zip (heeeey)
Yeah, it be the zip, uhh
It be the zip (heeeey)
90059 be the zip
Yeah, it be the zip (heeeey)
90059 be the zip
Yeah, it be the zip, uhh (heeeey)
90059 be the zip
Yeah, it be the zip (heeeey)
90059 be the zip

[Jay Rock]
I'm straight up out that Eastside, 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 be snatchin' souls
Out on my grind rhymin', stackin' this cash to hold
And I could take you where them niggas get bodied
But that ain't nobody bid'ness so what the fuck is you askin' for?
Look, I'm just tryna 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, maneuver like I'm Bruce Lee
Ya know I'm chucks, been doin' this since a young buck
Bangin' 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

[Chorus: Jay Rock]
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
Loooord have mercy, have mercy
I know that I ain't livin' right and know I'm not perfect
But plus I gotta eat and what I'm doin' is worth it
So Lord have mercy

[Jay Rock]
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 they votes
In my zone with codeine and plenty of grass to smoke
I'm surpassed and broke, stay trappin' for mo'
Two chicks boostin', we hookin' back up in the back of the sto'
I'm the jack of many trades, steady pimpin' 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's gangsta nigga
I'm on some new money, nothin' 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, smokin' herbal
Tryna 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 lookin' 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
Trainin' in the gym, tell a minute, they get they number called
I'm speed baggin' it's worth, the trainers see me smashin'
With perspiration on the back of my shirt, makin' them sweat
Better yet, just look at them feds
Like when I'm in that Nicks, cashin' a check, you know it's real nigga

[Chorus]