Testo Necessary - Jay Rock
Testo della canzone Necessary (Jay Rock), tratta dall'album 90059
90059 be the zip (be the zip), it be the zip (be the zip)
90059 be the zip (be the zip) (yeah), it be the zip (be the zip)
Uh, it be the zip (be the zip) (yeah)
90059 be the zip (be the zip), (yeah) it be the zip (be the zip) (yeah)
90059 be the zip (be the zip), (yeah) it be the zip (be the zip) (yeah)
90059 be the zip (be the zip), (yeah) it be the zip (be the zip) (yeah)
90059 be the zip
I'm straight up out that East side, swingin' like zip lines
On Forgiato rim tire, automatic spit fire
'Gnac in a black canister, look at this bastard go
It don't take much to aim, fingers be snatchin' souls
Out on my grind, rhymin', stackin' this cash to hold
And I could take you where them niggas get bodied
But that ain't nobody business, so what the fuck is you askin' for? (Askin' for?)
Look, I'm just tryna blow good dope
And put my feet to the metal in life to see just how fast it goes
Fuck the world, gotta make that bitch grab her toes (grab her toes)
And Rock game never goofy, no weapon shall prosper
Maneuver like I'm Bruce Lee, ya know I'm chucks
Been doin' this since a young buck
Bangin' for 50 cent from a victim, while my gun tucked (while my gun tucked)
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
Lord, have mercy (have mercy), have mercy (have mercy)
I know I ain't livin' right and know I'm not perfect
But plus I gotta eat, what I'm doin', it's worth it
So, Lord, have mercy (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 they votes
In my zone with coke and plenty of grass to smoke
I'm surpassin' broke, stay trappin' for mo'
Two chicks boosting, we hookin' back up in the back of the sto'
I'm the jack of many trades, steady pimpin' my pen
Hustle in the shade, respond in a nigga's funny ways
I was raised by winners
Niggas who park Benz's up at that Staples Center
Now that gangsta nigga, I'm on some new money
Nothin' 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, smokin' herbal
Tryna run up in some bitches who fertile, whoa
Feel like this is my moment, feel it's time for change
Exercise some game, niggas vibe done changed
No lookin' 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, trainin' in the gym
'Til the minute they get they number called
I'm speed baggin' this work, the trainers see me smashing
With perspiration on the back of my shirt, makin' them sweat
Better yet, just look at them vexed
Like when I'm in that NiX, cashin' 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
Lord, have mercy (have mercy), have mercy (have mercy)
I know I ain't livin' right and know I'm not perfect
But plus I gotta eat, what I'm doin', it's worth it
So, Lord, have mercy (have mercy)
Credits
Writer(s): Jon Bishop, Byron Forest, Johnny Mckinzie
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Disclaimer:
i testi sono forniti da Musixmatch.
Per richieste di variazioni o rimozioni è possibile contattare
direttamente Musixmatch nel caso tu sia
un artista o
un publisher.