90059

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

i don't know why niggas keep fucking with me

these streets make it so hard to breathe

highs and my lows

look both ways

where i'm supposed to go

ah

shit

get out my pocket

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

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

niggas 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

i don't know why niggas keep fucking with me

these streets make it so hard to breathe

highs and my lows

look both ways

where i'm supposed to go

ah

shit

get out my pocket

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 shit 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 motherfucking 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 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

i don't know why niggas keep fucking with me

these streets make it so hard to breathe

highs and my lows

look both ways

where i'm supposed to go

ah

shit

get out my pocket

ah

shit

get out my pocket

ah

shit

get out my pocket

get out my pocket

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 getting a combo

think situations is calm

then they bomb though

sleeping in the bando

it's either death or jail

something you never planned for

dreaming about lambos

wake up shivering

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 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

i don't know why niggas keep fucking with me

these streets make it so hard to breathe

highs and my lows

look both ways

where i'm supposed to go

ah

shit

get out my pocket