Bài hát 90059 Báo Lỗi

[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 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


[Hook - Lance Skiiiwalker:]

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


[Hook - Lance Skiiiwalker:]

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


[Hook - Lance Skiiiwalker:]

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