Pure Luxury Tyga

[Verse 1]
Old fucking drama, call the karma kamikaze
Shots of alcohol the pain its relic in my chest, I feel demolished
Hold the liquor, make it silence, pray into me like the altar
Life is off the loss and coughing I'm just here to make my offer
Crystal sniffing, bitches tripping, luxury and gang members
Wanna be like Boyz N Hood, affiliated by my brothers
Worship higher powers, smokes inpolished, drinking from the chalice
So they say it's his blood be like he was a Jesús
I'm holy, horrors making eye contact
Surviving the thrones, stones at yo front door, bang it though
When a nigga get dough, promise I pay you back mo'
You always had my back and I thank you for that
Wanna call you late, but I'm busy filling plates
Kids gotta eat and mommas gon' cry, that bread been straight, we shaking dank
Baby I'ma save you one day, from this hell hole and gunplay
Grew up with cinco hasta las cinco
Went east side where rain poured and souls cried, no sunshine
Tomorrow when tears dry, no one'll make it out alive
I just wanna make it God, can you hear me fine, here been deaf, feeling blind, all I see is sacrifice (overtime)
Show no remorse when you die, until then
Wash my sins with time, make yo bed (lay on the line)
Looking at headlines, it's all alive on who are you and I to decide, just tryna get by
And that's pure like virgin blood mixed with 1-51 one sip
Make a nigga flip, I ain't tripping off shit
That happened yesterday, cause I just wanna rest today in pure luxury