Pure D-Block Europe
"Pure" by D-Block Europe, released in 2020, is a #HipHop track exploring themes of love, loyalty, and the struggles of street life. The lyrics delve into relationships and personal growth, reflecting on past hardships. Unique elements include melodic flows and atmospheric beats, contributing to its resonance in the UK rap scene.
[Intro]
(KookUp, what's up?)
(Turn me up, Zento)
[Verse 1: Young Adz]
I seen my first memories on them bando floors
We get the trap, wee, wee, yeah, check the score
I got the Range Rover, somethin’ 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 fedеral, they impeccable
I'm whippin' up crack, [?] storm and most of thеse 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
[Chorus: Young Adz]
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
[Verse 2: Young Adz]
See the nigga GG ain’t pure
LB, that's for sure
Amiri jeans [?]
I’ve been with Chromes from a day
Hi-Tech or lemonade
Argue with bro, see their grave
Killer, killer, shoot 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
(KookUp, what's up?)
(Turn me up, Zento)
[Verse 1: Young Adz]
I seen my first memories on them bando floors
We get the trap, wee, wee, yeah, check the score
I got the Range Rover, somethin’ 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 fedеral, they impeccable
I'm whippin' up crack, [?] storm and most of thеse 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
[Chorus: Young Adz]
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
[Verse 2: Young Adz]
See the nigga GG ain’t pure
LB, that's for sure
Amiri jeans [?]
I’ve been with Chromes from a day
Hi-Tech or lemonade
Argue with bro, see their grave
Killer, killer, shoot 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
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