Letra de Patek Pain - D-Block Europe

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)

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