[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 [bad word] that niggaz dyin' for 
 [bad word] my niggaz 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 [bad word] " 
 [bad word] #39; up 
 Can't breathe without it 
 Bring the Hpnotiq 
 Bring the heam 
 Mix that [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
 If she ain't give me head all night 
 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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' 
 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 
 Niggaz 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 [bad word] say he tired of life 
 And now realize he addicted to the white 
 Got sucked 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 [bad word] home 
 Still face the cop cars wit gauges inside 
 Yo on the real it's yo rap is what kept me alive" 
 [bad word] x2] 
 [Jacka] 
 He said [echoes] 
 "How could I change I don't know [bad word] 
 War on the streets niggaz trippin' over old [bad word] 
 [bad word] it make the coke flip 
 I'm a [bad word] 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 [bad word] just to make music where I'm from [bad word] 
 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 
 [bad word] x2]