Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jay Rock
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Byron Forest II
Songwriter
Johnny McKinzie
Songwriter
Jon Bishop
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Black Metaphor
Producer
JRB The Producer
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Nine double oh five nine be the zip
It be the zip
It be the zip
Nine double oh five nine be the zip
It be the zip
Nine double oh five nine be the zip
It be the zip
Nine double oh five nine be the zip
It be the zip
Nine double oh five nine be the zip
[Verse 2]
I'm straight up out that east side
Swinging like zip lines
A four G outta rim top
Automatic spit fire
Yacking a black canister
Look at this bastard go
It don't take much to aim
Fingers be snatching souls
Out on my grind rhyming
Stacking this cash to hold
And I could take you where them **** get bodied
But that ain't nobody's business
So what the fuck is you asking for?
[Verse 3]
Look, I'm just trying to blow good dope
And put my feet to the metal in life and 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
You 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
[Verse 4]
The struggle is real
The struggle is real
The struggle is real
You gotta do what you gotta just to get over the hill
When you live in America
Either kill or be killed, yeah
[Verse 5]
Lord, have mercy
Have mercy
I know that I ain't living right and know I'm not perfect
But plus I gotta eat
What I'm doing is worth it
So Lord, have mercy
[Verse 6]
I stay at your head or be at your throat
Better ask your folk
I'm never the dog to provoke
**** know the status and bitches come cast their votes
In my zone with coke and plenty of grass to smoke
I'm surpassing broke
Stay trapping for motor
Two chicks boosting
We hooking back up in the back of the store
I'm the jack of many trades
Steady pimping my pen
Hustle in the shade
Respond in a **** funny ways
[Verse 7]
I was raised by winners
**** who park Benz's up at that Staples Center
Now that's gangsta, ****
I'm on some new money
Nothing but raw, pop shit
Catch one in the jaw
It's gutter law
I know you wish you was a star
What I do is internal
Smoking herbal
Trying to run up on some bitches who fertile
Whoa
Feel like this is my moment
Feel it's time for change
Exercising game
**** vibe the change
[Verse 8]
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
[Verse 9]
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 'em vexed
Like when I'm in that Nicks cashing a check
You know it's real, ****
[Verse 10]
The struggle is real
The struggle is real
The struggle is real
You gotta do what you gotta just to get over the hill
When you live in America
Either kill or be killed, yo
[Verse 11]
Lord, have mercy
Have mercy
I know that I ain't living right and know I'm not perfect
But plus I gotta eat
What I'm doing is worth it
So Lord, have mercy
Written by: Byron Forest, Johnny McKinzie, Jon Bishop