The Purist - Hall & Nash 2 lyrics

Yo Living the dope dealers dream Prison was sweet my n***as Ran the whole thing Up in B block i had the knife in my greens Visions of a kilo whipping in my dreams I let my cooker whip i watch the sh** expand Sit it on the table, let it dry under the ceiling fan Every 30 grand got us another thousand grams Turned coke to oil in the frying pan, the iron blam I give the workers the package, they push it Move the sh** just as fast as we cook it He had a sack so we took it A hundred thou on with j**els up at booking Fly n***a had all the C.O. b**hes looking Ayo We so prolific, we sold them fishes Balmain Moto britches Rollies on the wrists-es, we the most consistent The most exquisite, put my hand on a thousand Qurans Versace trunks on at the palms ayo Bet a thousand on red Owe a dollar, you're dead I can hollow your head or shoot your momma instead Smoke a blunt of sour soon as i get out of the bed Took my whoa' to Neiman, they just released him outta the Feds You dead Twirling the pot, got the raw coke dancing The work white on white like Pope Francis Black on black Lamb i call that b**h Lupita Plug said he can't take no losses I told his a** me neither 2k for my sneakers 20 for a feature Seen n***as make brick money off of f**ing reefer Fed boxes to my ceiling Got Fisher money from the dealings I pray every day for a mean run (x4)