Patek Pain D-Block Europe

[Intro: Young Adz]
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

[Verse 1: Young Adz]
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 boared 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 salam him, squeeze him tighter with a different hug
Disabled sister, mummy made dua but she feel stuck
We make salah and pray 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