Pure In The Pack - Mozzy

I wanted a million and got me a million, as simple as that

Fuck is you doin', we sendin' it back, no pure in the pack

Fuck is you doin', we sendin' it back, no pure in the pack

I wanted a million and got me a million, as simple as that

Fuck is you doin', we sendin' it back, no pure in the pack

Fuck is you doin', we sendin' it back, no pure in the pack, nah

Fuck is you doin', we sendin' it back, no pure in the pack

Eighty somethin' on the Rollie

I bought a chain for the lil whoadie

I bought a brick and poured the whole thing out

That one’s for the dead homies

Red mob or it’s no mob, get a headshot from that forty

Lil bruh and them turned rat, I was heartbroken when they told me

Put the Maserati on Forgis, I hit the curb off of that dotty

We got the murder rate goin' up gang, and it’s HellGang 'til they moke me

Bandica and these Dolces, that mean I’m loafed up in this bitch

We throw the fours up in this bitch

I never froze up with that stick, yeah

Paperwork hit the folk yard, you get poked up in that bitch

They puttin' high demands in the soda pop, niggas poured up in that bitch

I be like so what if he switch, that nigga hoed up on that trip

I be like so what if he switch, that nigga hoed up on that trip, yeah

Know I’m four finger bangin' baby, I’ll die about it

You tell your partner 'bout any them homis and you gon' do time 'bout it

My iller nigga Sauce died and you know I cried 'bout it

He was a real one, livin' through me so that nigga still one

I’m rockin' the Rollie that come with the pointers, this ain’t a steel one

I hopped in the game, put on the gang, them niggas real ones

I wanted a million and got me a million, as simple as that

Fuck is you doin', we sendin' it back, no pure in the pack

Ayy I got a family to feed, I got a family to feed

I gotta keep blammy and things, you know that we still in the beef

Pray for the killer’s release, pray for the nigga deceased

I used to want a Caprice, that’s when I dove in the streets

That’s when I ordered the cutie, I run up a half and flip me a P

They think it’s sweet in the city, but you can get flipped in a P

They do they shit in the East, they do they shit in the North

Niggas’ll pull up in Honda Accords, hop out and body your Porsche, yeah

They goin' body for body for body and you need a wally for sure, ayy

They goin' body for body for body and you need a wally for sure

It ain’t no more talkin' no more, you gotta put up a score

That’s how you put on for fourth nigga, that’s how you put on for fourth, ayy

Know I’m four finger bangin' baby, I’ll die about it

You tell your partner 'bout any them homis and you gon' do time 'bout it

My iller nigga Sauce died and you know I cried 'bout it

He was a real one, livin' through me so that nigga still one

I’m rockin' the Rollie that come with the pointers, this ain’t a steel one

I hopped in the game, put on the gang, them niggas real ones

I wanted a million and got me a million, as simple as that

Fuck is you doin', we sendin' it back, no pure in the pack

I wanted a million and got me a million, as simple as that

Fuck is you doin', we sendin' it back, no pure in the pack

Fuck is you doin', we sendin' it back, no pure in the pack

Fuck is you doin', we sendin' it back, no pure in the pack

I wanted a million and got me a million, as simple as that nigga

As simple as that nigga

Fuck is you doin', we sendin' it back, no pure in the pack nigga

Yeah, no pure in the pack nigga