90059

Took my mind on this road, you too

It 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 **** keep fucking with me

These streets make it so hard to breathe

High and my lows

Look both ways where I'm supposed to go

Ah, shit, get out my pocket

The stench from the smoke could smell so ferocious

Winos in the alley, nearly slumped over

Demons in they eyes, glassy, no Folger's

Wake up sober, kill you for a cold one

Snotty-nosed rascals, big ratchet toters

Give it up slowly, click-clack, it's over

Some like velcro, stay attached to corners

Hood rats plotting, riding for the blue cheese

All for the gram, grants and a new weave

All they gotta spend expends, got some loose knees

**** taking chances, tip-toeing with two P's

No one's a simp, 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 **** keep fucking with me

These streets make it so hard to breathe

High 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 rates merging, up and down virgins

Guess you gotta play street version of a surgeon

Keep beat bursting, closing down 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

Who started the problem motherfucking deserves it

Politicking, a lot of liquor, that be the answer

They Marlboro, trying to trick 'em, they be the cancer

Gotta get that loose change, you gotta kick a **** 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, ****, here's why

I don't know why **** keep fucking with me

These streets make it so hard to breathe

High 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, ****, this ain't a circus

No Ringling Brothers, no Barnum and Bailey

Clowned ass **** get marked out daily

Trucked out lately

Bitch **** get they hat brought to them

You don't communicate

My 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 we never planned for, we dreamed about Lambos

Wake up shivering, pillow next to a lamppost

Straight up out the motherfucking crockpot, it's Watts

One stops, leave you with dope, socks is not boxed

No rats, re-rock that got 'em 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 **** keep fucking with me

These streets make it so hard to breathe

High and my lows

Look both ways where I'm supposed to go

Ah, shit, get out my pocket