The Purist

The Purist - Silian Braille lyrics

rate me

Yeeh

I get piff from the Purist

My sniff is the purest

One thing that's the surest

You will get bumped like a tourist

London

Grey skies

I touch roads from morning

Dark clouds are forming

And the dope fiends are swarming

Police come without warning

Residents informing cos their

neighbours keep scoring

And the blocks all smell appalling

Mad roaches is crawling

I ain't balling

Im 8 ballin

I'm yet to to go all in

But see that might changin

if these prices keep falling

And these clients keep calling

Top gear no stalling

These dumb niggers I'm schooling

Rooling

No snap backs just black bags

and backpacks

Envelopes with white powder

But nah its not anthrax

Running out

Hit Badger up and see if he has that

Not long link up

Exchange stock ...

My syntax to abstract

But most man wouldn't catch that

My contact got...

Their dropping in Halifax

If the bitch try back track

Swear down she'l get slapped

Right outside that bank fam

Give a fuck clap that

In my vans

Cracks in my hands

I ain't got no future

No long term plans

Pyrex and teflon

Dutch pots and pans

Its all grams and grands

Snots coming out my glands

Wraps in my vans

Cracks in my hands

I ain't got no future

No long term plans

Hour glass near empty

Running out of sand

I'm talking to the devil

Cos he understands

Half ounce in my satchel

All stories factual

All stories actual

Accounts is so casual

Bet yet so tactful

How I glamourise

there tales of powder and capsules

Drugs I've got a sackful

Mouth full

Cracks like I'm chewing on fruit pastels

So brash not bashful

Got cash cause I'm holding

More weight than both axels

Just seems so rational

More horse than the grand national

From ... to Chester

Getting that

Since way back when

You though caine was a wrestler

I was on that trap shit

I don't let my food festa'

On the ball like Iniesta

Lunch at the Dorchester

Feds move so messed up

When I'm in court all dressed up

5 years for coke

2 for a child molester

Fuck it though

I don't rest no siesta

Got a meeting up westa'

To impress an investor

Wraps in my vans

Cracks in my hands

I ain't got no future

No long term plans

Pyrex and teflon

Dutch pots and pans

Its all grams and grands

Snots coming out my glands

Wraps in my vans

Cracks in my hands

I ain't got no future

No long term plans

Hour glass near empty

Running out of sand

I'm talking to the devil

Cos he understands

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