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"Patek Pain" is a track by D-Block Europe, from the album Home Alone 2, released 19th November 2021. The track is 3:14 long. It's filed under Hip-Hop/Rap. Full lyrics are available below. Dork has published 1 article about D-Block Europe.
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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
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