D-Block Europe - Patek Pain

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 broad 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 salaam him, squeeze him tighter with a different hug
Disabled sister, mummy made dua but she feel stuck
We make salah and cry 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 (yeah)
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

Written by:
Adam Williams, Nathaniel Opeyemi Odueyingbo, Ricky Banton

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