Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Silian Braille, artist - The PuristDate of issue: 03.02.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Silian Braille |
| 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 road from morning |
| Dark clouds are forming |
| And the dope fiends are swarming |
| Police come without warning |
| Residents informing cause their neighbours keep scoring |
| And the blocks all smell appalling |
| Mad roaches crawling |
| I ain’t balling |
| I’m 8 Ballin |
| I’m yet to go all in |
| But see that might change if these prices keep falling |
| And these clients keep calling |
| Top gear no stalling |
| These dumb niggas I’m schooling |
| Ruling |
| No snap-backs just black bags and backpacks |
| Envelopes with white powder |
| But nah, it’s not anthrax |
| Running out |
| Hit Badger up and see if he has that |
| Not long link up |
| Exchange stock NASDAQ |
| My syntax too abstract |
| But most man wouldn’t catch that |
| My contact got A. Cs |
| Their dropping in Halifax |
| If the bitch try to backtrack |
| Swear down she’ll get slapped |
| Right outside that bank fam |
| Give a fuck clap that |
| 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 |
| It’s 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 |
| Cause he understands |
| Half ounce in my satchel |
| All stories factual |
| All stories actual |
| Accounts is so casual |
| Bet yet so tactful |
| How I glamourise their tales of powder and capsules |
| Drugs I 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 Cheshunt to Chester |
| Getting that Red Lester |
| Since way back when |
| You though Kane was a wrestler |
| I was on that trap shit |
| I don’t let my food fester |
| 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 but 2 for a child molester |
| Fuck it though |
| I don’t rest, no Siesta |
| Got a meeting up west |
| 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 |
| It’s 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 |
| Cause he understands |