Pure

(Kookup, what's up?) (Turn me up, Zento) I seen my first memories on them bando floors We get the trap, oui-oui, yeah, check the score I got the Range Rover, satin 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, it's a 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, ain't nothin' cray I've been with chromes from a day Hi-tech or lemonade Argue with bro, see their grave Killer, killer, shift 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 tan (flash on the tan) 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, Iraq 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 ho that wants everything Bro got a box and he pebble it He comin' up just like me and it's evident (that's evident) The trap spot is evident (evident) I love this ho 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 go masked, they pull up in cars, they scheme on your people (people) I can't change over 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 --- Pure - D-Block Europe