Silian Braille - The Purist, CASisDEAD, Cas

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