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