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]