Pure - D-Block Europe

I seen my first memories on them bando floors

We get the trap, wee, wee, yeah, check the score

I got the Range Rover, somethin' black with the mash, do you get it?

She want some VVS', check her hand, that’s her plan, do you get it?

I swear to God, that’s my darling and I pay the tab, black debit

Operation five G-packs in the back, they gon' say

I got the molly and edibles broad day, turn a boy to a vegetable

Can’t get to the U.S., all my cases are federal, they impeccable

I’m whippin' up crack, storm and most of these niggas 'round, they pay

Like a Krispy Kreme, so clean, whippin' up crack, got the glaze

I got some pain in my heart and I swear to God, you could tell by my face

Yeah, niggas hate me and LB, we was active, hittin' niggas broad day

When this shit rains, it pours, I can tell that you niggas weren’t poor

I got a famous bitch, so what?

Make her on the floor

Ten to 0, check the score

New car, come ball

See the nigga GG ain’t pure

LB, that’s for sure

Amiri jeans

I’ve been with Chromes from a day

Hi-Tech or lemonade

Argue with bro, see their grave

Killer, killer, shoot him with the blick that put him down the curb

Gucci, blueprint, hit you, fuckin' stupid

Are you 'bout to die 'bout your word?

And I’m with Chromes, that nigga a cat

I got some flake, came from a Turk

This bitch is the shit so I call her a turd

This nigga ain’t never killed no-one, I call him a nerd

Pull up, see the curb

Porsche Jeep, say the word

When this shit rains, it pours, I can tell that you niggas weren’t poor

I got a famous bitch, so what?

Make her on the floor

Ten to 0, check the score

New car, come ball

I’m in a Range, black on black

You see the flash on the (Flash on the)

From the stage straight to the trap

They know I was destined to win

The AP is wet like a tap

Sixty the ride

These niggas, they’re wishin' for days

My nigga, he fresh home

And that ain’t no cap

I heard that your killers, they miss

To niggas, I move antisocial (Uh-huh)

Got that bitch through the social

And I still feel the pain that I go through

We ain’t the same, bro, I told you

I guess the money gon' clean so I’m sorta good

I ain’t gotta trap but I thought I should

Now I feed all the bros like I thought I would

Bro passed the exam when he learned to cook

I’ve been buyin' these clothes and that’s devilish

I got a hoe that wants everything

Bro got a box and he pebble it

He comin' up just like me and it’s evident

The trap spot is evident (Evident)

I love this hoe and she Heaven sent (Heaven sent)

I been missin' my bro but when he come home, he gonna be back like he never left

It’s ten nil to us, we won again, they wanna get equal (Equal)

My killers the most, they pull up in cars, they scheme on your people (People)

I can’t change for the fame, bro, I know you (I know you)

My life is insane, I stay the same and I still show love like I’m supposed to