Jay Rock - 90059 Album Lyrics

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Necessary

90059 be the zip, it be the zip
90059 be the zip, it be the zip, it be the zip
90059 be the zip, it be the zip
90059 be the zip, it be the zip
90059 be the zip, it be the zip
90059 be the zip

I'm straight up out that East side, 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 been snatchin' souls
Out on my grind, rhymin', stacking this cash to hold
And I could take you where them niggas get bodied
But that ain't nobody business, so what the f*ck is you asking for?
Look, I'm just try'na blow good dope
And put my feet to the metal of life and see just how fast it goes
F*ck 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 doing this since a young buck
Banging 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

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

[Hook:]
Lord have mercy, have mercy
I know I ain't living right and know I'm not perfect
But plus I gotta eat what I'm doing it's worth it
So, Lord have mercy

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 their votes
In my zone with codeine and plenty of grass to smoke
I'm surpassed and broke, stay trapping for mo'
Two chicks boosting, we hooking back up in the back of the sto'
I'm the jack of many trades, steady pimping 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 gangsta nigga, I'm on some new money
Nothing 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, smoking herbal
Try'na 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 looking 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, training in the gym
Tell a minute, they get they number called
I'm speed bagging it's worth, the trainers see me smashing
With perspiration on the back of my shirt, making them sweat
Better yet, just look at them feds
Like when I'm in that Nicks, cashing a check, you know it's real nigga

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

[Hook:]
Lord have mercy, have mercy
I know I ain't living right and know I'm not perfect
But plus I gotta eat what I'm doing it's worth it
So, Lord have mercy

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Easy Bake

[Part 1]

This shit is fresh out the oven
Fresh out the oven

I'm back in this bitch, nigga you know what's up
Stackin' my dividends
Straight out that gutta so you know just what you dealin' with
Highly belligerent
But that's way before the liquor hits
Roll that kushy kushy, rub on her goodie goodies
Crush her so good, she all on my timeline now
Lookin', lookin', she tryna sabatoge my thing
Never go brazy when you're deep inside the pink
I'm lowkey like a drug dealer
So don't snitch, my nigga, get your chips, my nigga
Mind your business, I minds mine, let's get rich, my nigga
Take our family on trips, my nigga
But if you try me then your wig I'ma split, my nigga
And I ain't tryna kill my own kind
But we always losin' to the wrong place at the wrong time, no lie
And they wonder why us niggas always get high
Spend a thou-wow on it just to get fly
Another thou-wow on it just to get by
F*ck it, only got one life to live
Gotta push it to the limit, do it big like

[Hook:]
What? This shit is fresh out the oven
Whip game cold, man this shit 'bout to bubble
Big bank rolls, either hate it or love it
It's anything goes, just as long as you thuggin'
Just as long as you thuggin', yeah it's fresh out the oven
Whip game cold, man this shit 'bout to bubble
Big bank rolls, either hate it or love it
It's anything goes, just as long as you thuggin'
Just as long as you thuggin'
Big bank rolls, just as long as you thuggin'
Whip game cold, just as long as you thuggin'

I pull up and park, hop out and swag
Grab the Glock out the trunk, other Glock in the stash
Just a regular nigga, with no chains or nothin'
If I do get some shines, you try to snatch
There's repercussions, and concussions
You know what's after that, end of discussions
I came a long way from eatin' free lunches
From Mary County checks to makin' these numbers
Oh Lord, I'm just reminiscin'
Kill the beat, some intervention on some inner vision
I don't know, cause I'm just goin' with the flow
Whatever's required, I got it goin' for the low

[Kendrick Lamar & Jay Rock:]
I parted ways with my old self, I'm a new man
New face with a new stone and the blue van
Blew weight on a bad day with my loosies
Suitcase full of merchandise, that's my new plan
This my new wave, this my new tan
This my summer days in the tropics by the cool sand
This my shakin' down you niggas' pockets, I don't do friends
And I don't do trends
F*ck it though I'll ride with you then!
Bring the troops in
I'll f*ck around and let 'em loose then
We'll give 'em blues then
Oh f*ck it, call me Bobby "Blue" Bland
Aye you a fool man
Ridin' by you, swervin' at the intersection
Baby come and get your blessin'
And she gon' f*ck with this erection

I got somethin' good for all these hoes
She gotta want the Betty 'fore I call these hoes
Now if I paid for your dress and your perm
That means you an investment, bitch
I'ma need my dough return

[Part 2]

[Radio Interlude:]
We reporting live from the 9 double 0-5-9 with my nigga Jay Rock and this is WTOP Radio and I'm your host DJ Turn-Up
I don't turn down nuttin' but my collar
I ain't turnin' down no money
And I ain't turnin' down no mothaf*ckin' fade
Now bitch if you're pushin' up the freak with your orangutan-lookin' ass, take some advice and bang SZA ya flat-foot bitch

[SZA:]
Itchin' for a climax lasting past 11:30
Do you got it like that, do you really got it like that?
Itchin' for a purpose, I can't seem to scratch the surface
I ain't got it like that, do I really got it like that?
You keep talkin' 'bout time, I got none
You can find me where
The sun don't never end and the waves don't part
You don't pay enough of my rent, don't start
I got big dreams and you got quick scheme to get rich quickly
And I don't wanna waste another hour
Really need to take another shower
Dirty for you

Now this that big shell fishscale
BMX on the ramp with the fishtail
Pegs on the front, we gon' get there
We 4 deep at a swapmeet, don't need a 5th wheel
This bitch steal whoever if situations get real
This that fresh out the bounty, bustin' knuckles
Get buckled if you ever try to knock the hustle
Show your hands, watch how I shuffle (No cuts)
And show you why they hate more niggas than Uncle Ruckus
Rollin' up that boondock, some call it moon rock
Gotta keep that bass in my step, dope in a tube sock
Gotta do what I do to remain on
So all a nigga need is good love when I come home
Cause the baby's gotta eat, baby the rent's been due lately
And I just caught a hot one, I ain't tryna go too crazy
Fugazi, not me, me and my niggas not sweet
Give you thug passion, how you walkin' around knock-kneed
I'm the silver bullet movin' at top speed
Show you how to get it and get away with it scott free

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Gumbo

Keep it one hundred, I'm one hundred and one
I ain't talking dalmatians up under the sun
On the road to Damascus, gun and a suit
You either coming with some products or you coming for loot
I'm coming with the peace so I'm chucking the deuce
I ain't tryna run a train I'm just in the caboose
And I'm tryna give these niggas the truth
I ain't 'bout to spazz on 'em, give 'em light
I'm just doing my Zeus
Rubbing on her body just like a masseuse
And it's money like a hobby for you to seduce
But if you blink twice nigga you can Maduse
See the snakes in here, look at Satan there
I pray that you niggas all playing fair
You can't help but stare as you face the glare, yeah
I'm not up on in short yellow
With a helmet on my head while I'm eating marshmallows
Playing jigsaw while I'm picking off devils
I can rock this shit on all levels
Straight up out the ES, journey over BS
I'm like a hundred kilos stuffed in the Prius
I'm going hard 'til they free us

Hold up wait a minute
Let me put some season in this Gumbo
Hold up wait a minute
Let me put some season in this Gumbo
Whole lot of flavor, flavor
Whole lot of flavor, flavor
Whole lot of flavor, flavor
Whole lot of flavor, for you
Whole lot of flavor, flavor
Whole lot of flavor, flavor
Whole lot of flavor, flavor
Whole lot of flavor, for you

Have you ever put your hand over fire just to see what you could tolerate?
And you can find no escape
Life is a Dominatrix waiting for shit to pollinate
To make you mind your mistakes
Keeping my chin down, nose clean, with my guards up
Charged up 'cause this ghetto got me scarred up
Yes, I'm the child with the crookedest smile
Look at my foul, look at what the star bucks
You can't swim if you don't paddle
Wake up in the morning with my nose to the gravel
Bloodhound, for that federal reserve note
That's when I noticed the switch niggas just turned coats
It's the way of the world, carry the weight of the world
Carry a blade too, for they forsake you
Yeah, I'm the vision, from the night I was born
To be the eye of the tiger in the eye of the storm
I own a clock, ain't no need for alarms
Just get on your A-game when it's time to perform
Yeah, and I can show you what it feels like
The moment they want you defeated but yet you still fight
So what it feel like?

Hold up wait a minute
Let me put some season in this Gumbo
Hold up wait a minute
Let me put some season in this Gumbo
Whole lot of flavor, flavor
Whole lot of flavor, flavor
Whole lot of flavor, flavor
Whole lot of flavor, for you
Whole lot of flavor, flavor
Whole lot of flavor, flavor
Whole lot of flavor, flavor
Whole lot of flavor, for you

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Wanna Ride

I be that nigga they call Jay Rock, I'm a rapper
But if you see me movin' baggies out the trap, don't get it backwards
A nigga out here tryin' to stack that cabbage
Cause if that money's on the menu, gotta hustle like you famished
You know I gotta eat to feed the family
Okay, let a nigga try us, bustin' like them transits
Set your ass on fire, no violence not the answer
But come try to play us, you know we goin' hammer
I'm twisting up fingers, squeezin' on heaters
Hangin' out the drop, 2Pac out the speakers

[Hook - Isaiah Rashad:]
They wanna vibe, they wanna go
They down to ride, just step aside, the world of mine
They wanna roll, you down to smoke
You down to drive, the world is mine
The world is mine, ahh

They say get your money first and foremost
I rhyme like I got pollos in that Volvo
Shit, I switch up, whippers can't get caught, that's a no-no
So watch out, the paparazzi takin photos
Got this world around my neck, keep my thoughts above my head
Down to ride for my respect, I'm a savage for that bread
Shake ass, baby you know I'm worth it, nobody perfect
Just look beneath your surface and I'll bet you'll find that purpose
Yeah this hustle is poetry, money don't grow on trees
So much to oversee, in this world that belong to me
Big butts and ashtrays, lookin', smellin' like potpourri
Smokin' this weed, gimme what you got for a quarter ki

[Hook - Isaiah Rashad:]
They wanna vibe, they wanna flow
They down to ride, just step aside, the world is mine
They wanna roll, you down to smoke
You down to drive, the world is mine
The world is mine, ahh
They wanna vibe, they wanna go
They down to ride, just step aside, the world of mine
They wanna roll, you down to smoke
You down to drive, the world is mine
The world is mine, ahh

Got to play a fool to catch a fool though
Never let yo left know what your right doin', that's numero uno
Back to life, I'm standin' on my tomb door
Why you actin' puto, she call me papi chulo
Politickin' at a all time high but I'm just gettin' high
A lot of people like to wear disguises, I just improvise
Step up in this muthaf*cka lookin' like a stick of dope
Niggas steady shootin' all they shots but they be brickin' hoe (Yeah hoe!)
They missing hoe, listen hoe, got this shit on lock (Yeah hoe!)
Like the figure fo', sippin' in that El Camino, sittin' low (Yeah hoe!)
Posted on the gram off a gram, take a picture hoe (Yeah hoe!)
Rubber bands, I'm the man, get just what you missin', hoe (Yeah hoe!)

[Hook - Isaiah Rashad:]
They wanna vibe, they wanna flow
They down to ride, just step aside, the world is mine
They wanna roll, you down to smoke
You down to drive, the world is mine
The world is mine, ahh
They wanna vibe, they wanna go
They down to ride, just step aside, the world of mine
They wanna roll, you down to smoke
You down to drive, the world is mine
The world is mine, ahh

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The Ways

Wait, I understand the love, but I just wanted some freak shit. Like, I didn't want the... And the fingers don't count

Bitch, I know about you
Hanging with LaQuita brought the hoe up out you
And now you acting like you don't know about it
Look I ain't really tripping, want some more about you
Now wait a minute
Bitch, I know about you
Why you snitching when nobody know about it
That's the wrong way to try to go about it
They go take your ass out with no deposit
Now pay attention

And that's the way
Pussy on my hotline, that's the way
Plans on my trap phone that's the way
Numbers in my paper bag, that's the way

[Hook - SiR:]
She gon' pop bottles, that's fo sho
When we roll up, she roll up, that's fo sho
She love ridin' high, sittin' low, that's fo sho
Don't matter where we go
Fo sho

I know you heard about me
Walk mellow talk mellow, plus I'm quiet as f*ck
My exterior composed, but inside I'm a nut
And after drinks and a blunt, I'm redesigning your strut
Got you rewinding and take, wiling and smiling and such
Keep your vagina in touch, dialing my line in a cut
This hydrophonic and got you hot with the bottles and bubs
On top of that, this dick and dollars done got you in love
Now wait a minute

And that's the way
Pussy on my hotline, that's the way
Plans on my trap phone, that's the way
Numbers in my paper bag, that's the way

[Hook - SiR:]
She gon' pop bottles, that's fo sho
When we roll up, she roll up, that's fo sho
She love ridin' high, sittin' low, that's fo sho
Don't matter where we go
Fo sho

Big money, all hunnids
How you want it, we can run it
Ten boppers, they swing
Drop it low, do your thang, do your thang
Big money, all hunnids
How you want it, we can run it
Ten boppers, they swing
Drop it low, do your thang, do your thang

And that's the way
Pussy on my hotline, that's the way
Plans on my trap phone that's the way
Numbers in my paper bag, that's the way

[Hook - SiR:]
She gon' pop bottles, that's fo sho
When we roll up, she roll up, that's fo sho
She love ridin' high, sittin' low, that's fo sho
Don't matter where we go
Fo sho

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Telegram (Going Krazy)

[Hook - Lance Skiiiwalker:]
See the telegram goin' crazy
I tell the 'Gram I'm goin' crazy
Cause even in reality
Complaining shit don't bother me
We see the telegram goin' crazy
I tell the 'Gram I'm goin' crazy
Aye baby now you want the truth
Well I'm beginning from the roof

Question after question after f*ckin' question
Girl you my pride and blessing
Aye girl ain't no second guessin'
I'm 'bout the sweetest chemistry
And question after question after f*ckin' question
If ain't no right then ain't no wrong
And girl I feel I'm where I belong
I'm 'bout the sweetest chemistry

[Hook - Lance Skiiiwalker:]
We see the telegram goin' crazy
I tell the 'Gram I'm goin' crazy
Cause even in reality
Complaining shit don't bother me
We see the telegram goin' crazy
I tell the 'Gram I'm goin' crazy
Aye baby now you want the truth
Well I'm beginning from the roof

I rap to try to better our situation
Wanna scroll through my text message for vindication
You Judge Judy, I'm comin' home to litigations
Stimulate your lil' ego and I got you patient
Look I ain't tryna go back to the basic
You dealin' with bitches who basic with double faces
Smile in your face and leave our business in different places
But I'm crazy
Cause I'm out late nights politickin', I gotta get it, baby
Stay off that social media, it's the devil, I'm tellin' ya
Instagram, Twitter, Facebook, it'll tell on ya
Keep your feelings inside, tell me what's on your mind
Don't show your hands for the world, have me out in the blinds, girl
I ain't out here doin' it for the Vine, girl
We all fall in temptation, just know you're my girl
And even though that sound crazy, at least I'm tryin', girl
But your reply:

[Hook - Lance Skiiiwalker:]
We see the telegram goin' crazy
I tell the 'Gram I'm goin' crazy
Cause even in reality
Complaining shit don't bother me
We see the telegram goin' crazy
I tell the 'Gram I'm goin' crazy
Aye baby now you want the truth
Well I'm beginning from the roof

Stayin' faithful's a process
Girl you steady dealin' with my mess
Steady put up with my shit
In the club with bombshells
She throwin' that coochie at me, I'm tryna control my fear
Don't wanna lose my dear
Cause I put in too much time there
Often I get distracted by bad bitches in my ear
Now you got niggas all up in your ears
Tryin' to overthrow here
Now here come the questions
Questions after mothaf*ckin' questions
Seems like arguin' is your preference
I admit it, sometimes I can be selfish
Like you better not give my pussy away
Is that goin' against the rules of the game that we play?
Look I don't know, should I keep it player or keep it pushin'?
Hard to decide when the one that you love steady woofin'
Ain't that a bitch?
3 in the mornin', I'm on and tryna make these hits
My phone bleepin' and all I see is

[Hook - Lance Skiiiwalker:]
See the telegram goin' crazy
I tell the 'Gram I'm goin' crazy
Cause even in reality
Complaining shit don't bother me
We see the telegram goin' crazy
I tell the 'Gram I'm goin' crazy
Aye baby now you want the truth
Well I'm beginning from the roof

Question after question after f*ckin' question
Girl you my pride and blessing
Aye girl ain't no second guessin'
I'm 'bout to speed this chemistry
And question after question after f*ckin' question
If ain't no right then ain't no wrong
Yeah girl I feel the way I've blown
I'm 'bout to speed this chemistry

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90059

[Intro - Lance Skiiiwalker:]
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

[Hook - Lance Skiiiwalker:]
I don't know why niggas keep f*cking 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

[Hook - Lance Skiiiwalker:]
I don't know why niggas keep f*cking 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 motherf*cking 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

[Hook - Lance Skiiiwalker:]
I don't know why niggas keep f*cking 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 motherf*ckin' 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

[Hook - Lance Skiiiwalker:]
I don't know why niggas keep f*cking 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

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Vice City

[Hook - Kendrick Lamar:]
Big money, big booty bitches
Man, that shit gon' be death of me
Big problems, I must admit it
Man, that shit gon' be death of me
I pray to a C-Note, my mama gave up hope
I can't stand myself
I just bought a new coat, I might go broke
I can't stand myself
Big money, big booty bitches
Man, that shit...

Turn me up
Sin City, Sin City
Sin City, Sin City

[Verse 1 - Kendrick Lamar:]
Big money, big booty bitches
Tell the truth, nigga, I'm lost without it
7 figures for a headline
You want some stage time, we can talk about it
Niggas actin' like they be rappin'
Like nice on the mic, truly doubt it
Go against the kid, y'all don't wanna live
That decision is hella childish
Rose gold for my old hoes
They ain't satisfied then I sit 'em down
10th grade, I gave her all shade
But now she got some ass, I wanna hit it now
I don't lease, I just all out feast
I put a blue Caprice on Gary Coleman
Bomb head and some cheese eggs
That's a new raise and a signing bonus

[Verse 2 - Jay Rock:]
Fall in this bitch
Like some good pussy, can't stand myself
So good, she so hood
She a cheesehead, patty melt
GED with some EBTs, and some DVDs
That shit was happening
She reel me in with some chicken wings
And some collard greens, that shit was brackin'
Just cracked me a new bitch
Bust a new nut on her nigga's jersey
My bitch get off at 9 o'clock
So I had to shake her 'round 7:30
105, I'm stomping fast
With these big guns, I'm hella dirty
Get caught with this shit
I ain't comin' home 'til like 2030

[Hook - Kendrick Lamar:]
I got big money, big booty bitches
Man, that shit gon' be death of me (death of me)
Big problems, I must admit it
Man, that shit gon' be death of me (death of me)
Big dreams, no superstition
Man, that shit gon' be death of me (death of me)
I pray to a C-Note, my mama gave up hope
I can't stand myself
I just bought a new coat, I might go broke
I can't stand myself
I just might ban myself
I just might... GOD!

[Break - Jay Rock:]
I'm focused feeling blessed
Cause my eyes be the truth
I'm focused feeling blessed
Cause my eyes be the truth

[Verse 3 - Ab-Soul:]
Mental window blurry as a bitch
Still lookin' out it
So much money off the f*ckin' books
Could write a book about it
Took a minute, no, wait a minute...
Let me think about it
Bout 10 years, Crips, Bloods
Sweat and tears, and we still counting
Had a real thick bitch named Brooklyn
She f*cked the whole squad
Now every time I land in Brooklyn
They f*ck with the whole squad
I'm more spiritual than lyrical
I'm similar to Eli... Why?
Cause I'm wearin' black shades
And I'm headed west with the word of God
I think I'm finally ready to talk about it
These niggas just talk about it
Homie you don't play me for no fool
Poppin' bottles like enemigos
Ay dios mio, I'm so cold
Get so deep in that water, water
They should call my johnson a harpoon

[Bridge - Jay Rock:]
Feed the needy, don't know graffiti
Paint her walls like a cartoon
Beat the pussy up so bad
Send her home with some war wounds
Loaded off the 'gnac, hit her from the back
Goin' 'cross her head... bar stool
Touch her soul 'til I curl her toes
Then it's time to reload, then it's part two

[Verse 4 - ScHoolboy Q:]
Damn near 30, still set trippin' cuz
Where you're from, I'mma see about it
Last year I made 10 million
That's where I've been yeah, a private island
Smoking something, on autopilot
Got too many cars, I might crash a whip
New 'Rari pedal barely tapping
Nigga, vroom-vroom, yeah I'm rich bitch
Got two Rollies but one missing
Think my daughter flossing, she in Kindergarten
Got one crib worth two cribs
And my front lawn, yeah that's water fountain
You be talking boss, saying big words
Like philosophies, man you weird homie
What it sounds to me that you broke as f*ck
And your bitch gon' leave and that's real homie

[Bridge - ScHoolboy Q:]
A Dashiki on, with a fedora on
And my round glasses, trying to fool the cops
I'm with you dot, on that sneak dissing
When you penny bitchin' nigga, shoot the fade
Ugly nigga, but I'm fine as wine
Did you check your time, I get good with age
Shoot the nine like, fourth grade
Black Hippy droppin', eyebrows raised

[Break - Jay Rock:]
I'm focused feeling blessed
Cause my eyes be the truth
I'm focused feeling blessed
Cause my eyes be the truth

[Hook - Kendrick Lamar:]
I got big money, big booty bitches
Man, that shit gon' be death of me (death of me)
Big problems, I must admit it
Man, that shit gon' be death of me (death of me)
Big dreams, no superstition
That shit gon' be the death of me (death of me)
I pray to a C-Note, my mama gave up hope
I can't stand myself
I just bought a new coat, I just might go broke
I can't stand myself
I just might damn myself
I just might... GOD!... GOD!

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Fly On The Wall

[Ab-Soul:]
Fly away, sometimes I wish I could fly away
Fly away, sometimes I wish I could fly away

[Verse 1 - Jay Rock:]
There was a young ghetto child going wild after running 'round
Who came from a happy home, then got lost in the jungle
Hit a lick for like ten chicks
Brought it back to the bricks then got everybody rich
Started his own clique, recruited all piranhas
His favorite phrase: that's on hundreds
His niggas trained to go
Wherever he point, you got shitted on
Or smoked like a joint
Here comes the line-up, first 48 people remain silent
All his goons still remain violent
Damn, there goes another body, oh shit, sirens
Another bite the dust like Mickey Thompson tires
Lights flashing, niggas stunt like the grammys
No one's exempt, they'll sell a rock to your granny
Now this is the part where jealousy comes out to play
Hood politics official when they want you out of the way
Now back then we ain't never mention this word
'Cause if you caught snitching consequences fo sho
Niggas'll throw you out on the freeway with a shell in your dome
And no feelings is shown
Then look inside the eyes of these killers
A blank stare, that's different than stones
Got you wondering, where in life, where they went wrong?
Don't wanna cross these types, if you do think twice
It's life saving, don't get caught slipping when you ice skating

[Hook - Jay Rock:]
When you stand still you could witness it all
Picture the vision from the fly on the wall
When you stand still you could witness it all
Picture the vision from the fly on the wall

[Verse 2 - Jay Rock:]
Now when the sun rise, this young man sees money's a big deal
New Chevelle, wipe in the morning dew cross his windshield
Killer's saturation while the smokers run through sanitation
For the bags of hands, this young man, calculating for the long run
Since ya homies been on one lately
No one's safe, he keeping his chrome off safety
Headed to the function, momma's gone, they children out cussin'
See this young man hit this bitch for all them niggas she f*ckin'
Knowin' one man's been intimate touchin'
Til the big homie found out, gave his ass a concussion
He don't want nothin' now, he walkin' on crutches now
Couldn't see him from the shoulders
He thinkin' how can he buck him down
Hold up, the eyes is watchin'
Gotta be more smart now, devise this option
Watch how the plot thickens
The clock tickin', his weak spot is a thot
Just notice he can't stop trickin', got him
Now this how it starts
He take a bat when he know to go play with his heart
Had his nose wide open while gettin' head at the park
She set the GPS location like this where we park
Now you know what's next
It's crazy how life can end all through a text
Got us wishin' we was all born with a vest
I know you prolly witnessed it all
But picture the vision from the fly on the walll

[Hook - Jay Rock:]
When you stand still you could witness it all
Picture the vision from the fly on the wall
When you stand still you could witness it all
Picture the vision from the fly on the wall

[Verse 3 - Busta Rhymes:]
Jay Rock what up though? I'm here with you
Let's give 'em a classic, you know I'm here and prepared with you
Keep niggas inspired, you know I'm comin' to share it with you
And when the wheels fall off I'll get out and put on a spare with you
Let me be real with you, mhmm
It's been selected, let me give you my fly on the wall perspective
Sometimes niggas don't listen, I'm hopin' this serves its purpose
Cause that's some of the realest shit that you talked about in them verses
Hopin' they feel this shit despite how the devils is workin'
To avoid tellin' on myself, I try to speak in third person
See we done been through some shit, throughout my lifeline
We was flies on the wall too from the shit we seen in our lifetime
And through these songs there were digressions
Some stories we shared through music
Question if we in our right mind
Now I'm a new f*ckin' fly on the wall
I wanna see how many rappers really write rhymes
And we've been rockin' for a long time, Jay Rock
They ain't got a clue of the timing
I heard about you from Slay when you started shinin'
They ain't knowin' this our fourth collab from 2009 and
Slay heard about you from my nigga Wack
But they ain't know when Top Dawg introduced you, nigga
The way we out, we always give you crack
Not knowin' that we had the raw just to split you, niggas
To tell the truth there's no problem we can't solve
So let me tell the truth, again I'm so proud of how you evolved
And while me and Jay Rock kill these niggas 'til they dissolve
I hope you appreciate my view as the biggest fly on the wall

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Money Trees Deuce

[Hook:]
I told my niggas if you hold me back
From pursuin', ain't no comin' back
We gon' catch these Gs, now watch me do just that
Make these monies easy and watched 'em grew in fact
I told my niggas if you hold me back
From pursuin', ain't no comin' back
Pick your poison, tell me what you do with that
Make these monies easy and watch 'em grew in packs
I told my niggas if you hold me back

[Verse 1:]
Uh, imagine Rock up in that field where options ain't so audible
Problems steady fallin', the effects is like some dominoes
Issues chronological, gotta get that money fast
Andale, vamonos, feelin' like Osama, got my llama close
Hope them boys don't come knock at my mama's door
AK-47 out that window, think I'm paranoid
America, another case I can't afford, help me Lord

[Hook:]
I told my niggas if you hold me back
From pursuin', ain't no comin' back
We gon' catch these Gs, now watch me do just that
Make these monies easy and watched 'em grew in fact
I told my niggas if you hold me back
From pursuin', ain't no comin' back
Pick your poison, tell me what you do with that
Make these monies easy and watch 'em grew in packs
I told my niggas if you hold me back

[Verse 2:]
Been about that money, f*ck the damn lotto
Cruisin' through the 'jects wit' the 12 shotta
Most my niggas gone or the jail got em'
And most these bitches wrong but we still jock em'
Cocaine in the trap, still rockin'
Them hood rats in the back got that trim poppin'
She twerkin' for the camera while her kids watchin'
And she gon' take that cheese to go wig shoppin'
That's if she owe me that, go check my zodiac
Have many coke and cognac in that culdesac
My uncle Bobby had them bodies, he wore the mac
Ain't talking oldies when its singin' that 40 clap
Can't nobody hold me back, I'mma locomotive steam rollin'
Gotta fight to keep that money stream open
Liquor shots is for your team, that's tree smokin'
In that coupe de ville with D's on it

[Hook:]
I told my niggas if you hold me back
From pursuin', ain't no comin' back
We gon' catch these Gs, now watch me do just that
Make these monies easy and watched 'em grew in fact
I told my niggas if you hold me back
From pursuin', ain't no comin' back
Pick your poison, tell me what you do with that
Make these monies easy and watch 'em grew in packs
I told my niggas if you hold me back

[Verse 3:]
Gotta get it ain't no options out here
Her nigga just killed my partner out here
They wonder why we steady glockin' out here
Cuz niggas they ain't really lockin' out here
And we ain't worried 'bout them coppers out here
Do anything to try to stop us out here
No 9-to-5's but we clockin' out here
Every chance they get you know they watch us out here
Oh yeah, got to be that animal
Streets is like a jungle it'll eat you like its Hannibal
Wigs splitted, cantaloupe, yeah we see that everyday
Candles lit, pour out liquor, hope it take the pain away
I ain't tryna play my way, I'm just tryna pave my way
Mama tell me gotta save them pennies for them rainy days
Have me snatch that switch, off that branch with some leaves on it
Fantasizin' bout some money trees on em'

[Hook:]
I told my niggas if you hold me back
From pursuin', ain't no comin' back
We gon' catch these Gs, now watch me do just that
Make these monies easy and watched 'em grew in fact
I told my niggas if you hold me back
From pursuin', ain't no comin' back
Pick your poison, tell me what you do with that
Make these monies easy and watch 'em grew in packs
I told my niggas if you hold me back

[Outro:]
Yeah, on this journey we call life, its always gonna be obstacles, road blocks, things tryna hold you back. Just keep pushin, don't let that stop you. Never give up, stay chasin' money trees. Don't let nobody tell you you can't do it. Keep going, nahmean?
Don't let nobody stop you, I mean nobody. Uh huh, go hard for what you believe in. Stay up, wake up, cake up, get paper, and I swear to God things will fall in your favor

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The Message

It's like you're testing me now
This my testimony, look I got that recipe now
Keep that good book on the dash with that weaponry out
Ain't no mo' rules in this game plus no referees out
All that stressing, it taught me lessons
Caught blessings, went back to stressin'
And that moment when death is present
Had me praying and asking questions
I had no answers so I had to bottle up that aggression
Load up them hollows and I had to follow in my direction
Don't know where I'm headed
I can't look back though, there's nothing there
But backstabbers, snakes that slither, decisions when nothing's fair
Keeping my faith in all, even if they come take it all
Stand on my ground, I was born to fight so I'm taking off
Me and my champs on a mission, work with the baddest intention
Sharp as a scalpel incision
Gotta survive these condition, vengeance is like a tradition
If you practice what you're preaching might just get what you wish

[Hook - Vic Smitty:]
Never thought it would be a easy, I hope we understand that
Gotta earn it when you see me, I hope we understand that
I look up at these tennis shoes over the wire
I'm looking at these tennis shoes over the wire
But no change coming

Now we have to get whatever we after
See past the regular shit that we master
Learn to survive through love and Jezebels and street pastors
Live as free as we can cause Hell on Earth is being recaptured
I'm caught in this ghetto rapture, spirit detached
I'm smoking backwoods looking for greener pastures
Hashtag we bastards, from money change to snowflakes
The body found, a cold case, we making it out from no place
Now can you walk in these shoes with no lace?
Or push that S5-50 on shoes with no plates? I don't think so
Shit is insufficient when you think slow
That's why I keep one foot in the game like a flamingo
But here's the thing though, picking my spots yelling, "bingo"
Post it with the work, 501's with the peacoat
This ain't no New Jack City and I ain't Nino
Wondering if change gone come, but we gone see though

[Hook - Vic Smitty:]
Never thought it would be a easy, I hope we understand that
Gotta earn it when you see me, I hope we understand that
I look up at these tennis shoes over the wire
I'm looking at these tennis shoes over the wire
But no change coming
Never thought it would be a easy, I hope we understand that
Gotta earn it when you see me, I hope we understand that
I look up at these tennis shoes over the wire
I'm looking at these tennis shoes over the wire
But no change coming