Denzel Curry & Nell - Dark & Violent | Текст песни

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• Denzel Curry & Nell
• Dark & Violent

[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]
It’s ‘bout a young nigga, 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

[Hook: J.K. The Rapper] (2X)
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 fucking name on the darkside

[Verse 2: J.K. The Rapper]
Young brother without a name, he was in love with his nina trapped
And steadily schemin, barely sleepin but dreamin
Of pretty bitches and beamers, but when he awake he sees his fate
And his reality to do whatever it takes to elevate his fucking 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 fucked up world, the son of a fucked 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 and killed a baby
And yet he realized the pollution of the nation
Now he 18 life in jail is what he facin'
Shit, murder was the case that they gave him
Shit, murder was the case when they raised him
Mind stuck in the all black prison
You think he give a fuck about the system?

[Verse 3: Nell]
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 if he
Still turned the coke for the love of the gold
Bust in the air, everyone hit the floor
Not giving a fuck, loc-ing off of the 'dro
Bodied a nigga, riding in a dropped ‘Lac
Top back, cruising them twin-tip 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 bitch, he was twitching, bust at a civilian
And blasted the mag with no mask in the buildin’

[Verse 4: Denzel Curry]
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 17 cutting 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 bitch; she kept screaming
Shut up, ho, before a nigga nut up, ho
Steve said he couldn’t take the shit
So he took her to the back, then Steve grabbed the MAC
Then he put it to her head, and then he raped the bitch
Boy, we gotta do a job or we might get toast
13 shots rung out and it left two ghost
Tales from the dark side, Jack Moon, riding
Trials and tribulations of the dark and violent