歌手:Denzel Curry
专辑:《Nostalgic 64》

Dark &Violent -Denzel Curry /J.K.The Rapper /Nell
Fang life
You ain't never heard no tales from the darkside
You ain't never heard no tales from the darkside
Welcome to the land
You ain't never heard no tales from the darkside
What it's 'bout
It's bout a young ni**a running away from the moon to
Catch the sun quicker
Drug dealer nino with the steelo trying to sell kilos and grams
Settling angry stomachs up in his fam
So if that silver spoon on your plate if you touch that that's your fate
Don't have faith like evans you got to face demons to get to your heaven
The pimps is the prophets not prophets for reverends
This is the lifestyle of a broke adolescent
So here's a lesson of a teen who survived rikers
But shortly his life had ended with a bullet that's made out of midas
Touch
You ain't never heard no tales from the darkside
You ain't never felt the pain of the darkside
You ain't felt the burning flames of the darkside
You ain't have a f**king name on the darkside
You ain't never heard no tales from the darkside
You ain't never felt the pain of the darkside
You ain't felt the burning flames of the darkside
You ain't have a f**king name on the darkside
Knew a young brother without a name he was in love with his nina trapped
And steadily schemin barely sleeping but dreaming of pretty b**ches and beamers
But when he awake he sees his fate
And his reality to do whatever it takes to elevate his f**king salary
Any niggas a casualty kill 'em rob 'em
Then casually walk off into the darkness it all started
When he was welcomed into our f**ked up world the son of a f**ked up girl
And his father was just a blur his life had took a curve
When he saw his brother dead on the curb due to retaliation
Of the gang relation he was young a kid a baby
And yet to realize the pollution of the nation
Now he 18life in jail is what he facin'
Sh*t murder was the case that they gave him
Sh*t murder was the case when they raised him
Mind stuck in the all black prison
You think he give a f**k about the system
Ni**a we gotta get this money
We gotta get this money I got the plans
Everything's set up
Just got to go in there
Got the banger man as long as you got the hammer man we out
Go by the book
You ready to do this sh*t or what
Yeah yeah 'this what I got to do
Out on the gank rolling the dank
As he cased out the bank he was catching that shank
Getting loaded the stick trying to major his rank
Thugging was how he was brought in the paint
Rush the security no longer pure was thee
Soul turned it cold for the love of the gold
Bust in the air everyone hit the floor
Not giving a f**k locking off of the 'dro
Bodied a ni**a riding in a dropped lac
Top back cruising them twenty fours
So I went crazy my vision got hazy
I walked in the bank and I start to get bold
Clutching that pistol grip
The teller was moving too slow so I pistol whipped
The b**ch he was twitching bust at a civilian
And blasted the mag with no mask in the building
Burn the fingertips off replace the dental
Left the golden bullet magic in his coufie no his temple
That's engraved leaving corpses
In graves glock 17cutting fades
Barber we dumped the security in the harbor
Then we switched the identity so the name leroy carter
The bank teller looking short and squeamish
Steve pistol whipped the b**ch she kept screaming
Shut up ho before a ni**a nut up ho
Steve said he couldn't take the sh*t
So he took her to the back then steve grabbed the mac
Then he put it to her head and then he ripped the b**ch
Boy we gotta do a job or we might get toast
13shots rung out and it left two ghost
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