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