[Jacka talking]
Feelin' the pain baby
You know what I'm sayin'?
You want some of that pain
Super Silver haze
Some of that purple stuff
Purple boy
[Jacka]
Smokin' a stick of that Barney
But not the purple dinosaur
That sh** that n***az dyin' for
sh** my n***az ridin' on
Sav wit the windows up
See the smoke pour out
Soon as I open the door
Soon as I go to the store
Voices like "Whoa! Who got it?"
"You know who got it n***a."
Summertime comin' up
Can't breathe without it
Bring the Hpnotiq
Bring the heam
Mix that sh** that turn green
Now break down the purple
It's softly rough
Milwaukee Bucks
I'm from the place where they grow that stuff
You got your girl in the clutch
Just give me a light
I'll take that b**h
If she ain't give me head all night
[Chorus x2]
Sellin' dope is cool
But rap is on my mind
It's hard to do them both
And get my bread at the same time
High as f** off purple
Man I'm out my mind
Gotta grab my strap
Boy it's time to do some more crime
[Jacka]
And all my hoes say
"Jack, you're my soul inspiration"
Even though your soul crack across the nation"
Caught the cases kept me quiet like meditation
I say "baby I'm just really wastin'
A lot of breath on you for the sport
You think I'm nice but that's really not me
I live the that you never gon' see
n***az fight, they don't war like me
It's the last of my kind
There's no more like me
Trynna make it on the street
Is like swimmin' through the sea
Trynna make it to the other side of life"
My young n***a say he tired of life
And now realize he addicted to the white
Got s**ed up by the war
Trynna make things right, right
He said [echoes]
"It's rainin' outside and the difference between
Us is a white bus wit cages inside
When I come home
Still face the cop cars wit gauges inside
Yo on the real it's yo rap is what kept me alive"
[Chorus x2]
[Jacka]
He said [echoes]
"How could I change I don't know sh**
War on the streets n***az trippin' over old sh**
f** it make the coke flip
I'm a drug dealer but my father is a cold pimp
It look good but ain't cool like cold shrimp"
Back in the bay Allah who Akbar didn't understand what he meant
Didn't force it on me for that
He and my closest homie
All my dean I'm in the life of crime
Allah is always on my mind
All the filth, all the crime
I see straight through it
There the hood go
Let's scrape through it
Gotta be a real n***a just to make music where I'm from n***a
Sellin' dope is cool
But rap is on my mind
Sellin' dope is cool
But rap is on my mind
It's hard to do them both
And get my bread at the same time
It's hard to do them both
And get my bread at the same time
[Chorus x2]