Necessary

[Produced by Black Metaphor & JRB]

[Intro]

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

[Verse 1]

I'm straight up out that East side, swinging 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', stacking 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 asking 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

And Rock game never goofy, 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 tucked

And somebody gotta get it

And when you make a dollar, know somebody gotta spend it

[Pre-Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 2]

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 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 Benzs 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

Exercise some game, niggas vibe done changed

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

Till the minute they get they number called

I'm speed bagging this work, the trainers see me smashing

With perspiration on the back of my shirt, making them sweat

Better yet, just look at them vexed

Like when I’m in that NiX, cashing a check

You know it’s real nigga

[Pre-Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

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