D-Block Europe - Patek Pain lyrics
D-Block Europe [Young Adz, Dirtbike LB] United Kingdom
[D-Block Europe - Patek Pain lyrics]
Charge it all to the game, chin up, chest out
A dish and razor blade
I'm 'bout to strech now
Fuck all that gangster talk
You know I get you stretched out
Charge it all to the game, chin up, chest out
A dish and razor blade
I'm 'bout to strech now
Fuck all that gangster talk
You know I get you stretched out
She with a South London nigga
She don't miss her ex now
Diamonds in the Patek got her wet now
My niggas in the pen got me upset now
Niggas know it's do or die
She with the set now
Richard Mille, AP, Patek, yeah
Just prayed my OG's Janazah
Shit had me feelin' weird
When he the reason we was runnin' 'round
Weren't showin' fear only complain to Allah
Ain't tryna show no-one my tears
Took my shahada at thirteen
Cases in couple years
My bro just lost his little cousin
He got boared down
Was only fourteen, caught him lackin'
Chest torn out but this the life we live
We at the Devil's door now (Splash)
Made adult decisions as kids that
We feel all now
My other nigga's dad been dyin'
For a couple months when I salam him
Squeeze him tighter with a different hug
Disabled sister
Mummy made dua but she feel stuck
We make salah and pray in silence
Don't believe in luck (yeah)
I see 'em cappin' on the 'net
I'm like "I know you, boy"
Do gangster shit and hide in silence, man
I know them boys
Head hunters (Heads) , trophy boys (Trophies)
Bring the 'matic and that dotty
Make a load of noise, mad
When you get older, you get wiser, you
Just see that shit in foresight, damn
My niggas pull up with them hammers, got
Them clicks just like a porn site, man
Still no regrets but woulda changed it
When I'm lookin' back in hindsight, mad
My body clean, I'm in the
Gym, I'm makin' prayers, got my mind right
(Got my mind right)
Tell your daughter she can hit
Me up for anything, wallahi, i mean anything
(Wallahi) every time I pick my cup up, every
Time I pour these drugs up
I'm about to let the devil in
First, I earned Mummy's crib (yeah)
We buy these watches, diamonds, pain
We had enough (Had enough)
You made us change
We blew a fifth and that's a dub
(That's a dub) you taught me how to pray
You brought me to Islam and
That's the realest from above (Word)
We buyin' watches, buyin' houses, buyin' guns
(What's up?)
And I'ma hide these demons, tonight
I'm pourin' up this world is on my shoulders
And I ain't givin' up (Givin' up)
I done this for my soldiers grindin'
Feelin' stuck
I'm at the crib, I'm chillin', me and Chapo
I don't really know just where my mind's at
(Man)
I'ma spoil you with loyalty and I don't
Ever want no fuckin' time back (Damn)
When you get older, you get wiser, you
Just see that shit in foresight, damn
My niggas pull up with them hammers, got
Them clicks just like a porn site, man
Still no regrets but woulda changed it
When I'm lookin' back in hindsight, mad
My body clean, I'm in the
Gym, I'm makin' prayers, got my mind right
(Prayers, got my mind right)
A dish and razor blade
I'm 'bout to strech now
Fuck all that gangster talk
You know I get you stretched out
Charge it all to the game, chin up, chest out
A dish and razor blade
I'm 'bout to strech now
Fuck all that gangster talk
You know I get you stretched out
She with a South London nigga
She don't miss her ex now
Diamonds in the Patek got her wet now
My niggas in the pen got me upset now
Niggas know it's do or die
She with the set now
Richard Mille, AP, Patek, yeah
Just prayed my OG's Janazah
Shit had me feelin' weird
When he the reason we was runnin' 'round
Weren't showin' fear only complain to Allah
Ain't tryna show no-one my tears
Took my shahada at thirteen
Cases in couple years
My bro just lost his little cousin
He got boared down
Was only fourteen, caught him lackin'
Chest torn out but this the life we live
We at the Devil's door now (Splash)
Made adult decisions as kids that
We feel all now
My other nigga's dad been dyin'
For a couple months when I salam him
Squeeze him tighter with a different hug
Disabled sister
Mummy made dua but she feel stuck
We make salah and pray in silence
Don't believe in luck (yeah)
I see 'em cappin' on the 'net
I'm like "I know you, boy"
Do gangster shit and hide in silence, man
I know them boys
Head hunters (Heads) , trophy boys (Trophies)
Bring the 'matic and that dotty
Make a load of noise, mad
When you get older, you get wiser, you
Just see that shit in foresight, damn
My niggas pull up with them hammers, got
Them clicks just like a porn site, man
Still no regrets but woulda changed it
When I'm lookin' back in hindsight, mad
My body clean, I'm in the
Gym, I'm makin' prayers, got my mind right
(Got my mind right)
Tell your daughter she can hit
Me up for anything, wallahi, i mean anything
(Wallahi) every time I pick my cup up, every
Time I pour these drugs up
I'm about to let the devil in
First, I earned Mummy's crib (yeah)
We buy these watches, diamonds, pain
We had enough (Had enough)
You made us change
We blew a fifth and that's a dub
(That's a dub) you taught me how to pray
You brought me to Islam and
That's the realest from above (Word)
We buyin' watches, buyin' houses, buyin' guns
(What's up?)
And I'ma hide these demons, tonight
I'm pourin' up this world is on my shoulders
And I ain't givin' up (Givin' up)
I done this for my soldiers grindin'
Feelin' stuck
I'm at the crib, I'm chillin', me and Chapo
I don't really know just where my mind's at
(Man)
I'ma spoil you with loyalty and I don't
Ever want no fuckin' time back (Damn)
When you get older, you get wiser, you
Just see that shit in foresight, damn
My niggas pull up with them hammers, got
Them clicks just like a porn site, man
Still no regrets but woulda changed it
When I'm lookin' back in hindsight, mad
My body clean, I'm in the
Gym, I'm makin' prayers, got my mind right
(Prayers, got my mind right)