D-Block Europe – Patek Pain Lyrics

 

Patek Pain Lyrics D-Block Europe

Patek Pain Lyrics

 

Patek Pain Lyrics by 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 can get you stretched now

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 n****, she don’t miss her ex now

Diamonds in the Patek
Got her wet now, My n***** in the pen
Got me upset now
N***** 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 13 cases in couple years

My bro just lost his little cousin, he got boared down
Was only 14, 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 n****’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 n***** 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

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 n***** 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)