Barney-Rob Low

(feat. The Jacka) [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 shit that niggaz dyin' for Shit 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 nigga." Summertime comin' up Can't breathe without it Bring the Hpnotiq Bring the heam Mix that shit 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 bitch 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 fuck 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 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 nigga 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 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 shit War on the streets niggaz trippin' over old shit Fuck 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 nigga just to make music where I'm from nigga 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]