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letra de dark love - rome streetz & ransom

[intro]
“i’m sayin’ what the f-ck?”
“take a deep breath, man, i mean take a long deep breath knowing that if you pull the shot, we at war
i mean you ain’t gotta pay no price of buying no corners”
“since when do we buy corners? we take corners”
“yeah i ain’t no suit, no businessman like you, i’m just a gangster i suppose”

[verse 1: rome streetz]
check
i scored sixty in the game, but i skipped the practice
i was in the weed spot, countin’ pink fifties, fl!ckin’ ashes
feel like i was made for the mic like old pippen passes
had to go through life and learn my lessons although sh-t was savage
every skeleton in my closet, i got pics to match it
blood bottom, kicks and ratchets, low jackets with the patches
you n-ggas out there of a different fabric, it’s plastic
my old a raps is p-ssin’ all over your last sh-t
and your new sh-t too, i served it to ’em loose
hand to hand, gave the cutting tool crystals and them tissues
this dope you gettin’ from me too easy to misuse
still i take your money, safe trip is what i wish you
no doubt about it, that blouse i make your spouse come up out it
she slide me the mouth and a couple thousand
i’m out for a money pile big as yao ming
you n-ggas been lackin’ style, none of you clowns can f-ck with our thing
went from dancing with the devil knee-deep in the game
writing all of my passion and pain to critically acclaimed name
this sh-t and a bag of dope, you take it in the same vein
easy to get the dough, takes discipline to maintain
light the weed up and burn a benji with the same flame
you artists all a part of my target, die when i take aim
my mind’s like a diamond, it shine like babies’ bling-bling
free my n-ggas on the yard, hold the sword, then sing-sing
bow, kiss the king’s ring, pay the homage
you novice wonder why them other rhymers is garbage
i made it out of the darkness, with the glow that was sponsored by narcotics
wish i would’ve used all of my smarts for college
you n-ggas ass-backwards tryna understand, first start with knowledge
i rip apart all of you marks for dollars
[verse 2: ransom]
ain’t no explainin’ my rhythm, he can’t explain how i did him
sayin’ my name is a given, can’t see the pain ’cause it’s hidden
never had love for the weak, they only see danger in livin’
i put these drugs on these streets, they put the ‘caine in they system
foes see to cut up my t–th, but still not obtaining my wisdom
i don’t’ see nothin’ but grief, the sh-t puttin’ pain in my vision
i don’t want nothin’ but peace, but still i remain in this prison
always gon’ land on my feet, i pivot and change my position
and if we want you deceased, we ain’t gon’ change our decision
n-ggas will plan for defeat, ’cause they ain’t gon’ train for the mission
i did my thing in the kitchen, slang till it came to fruition
you’ll do the same if you listen, ’cause we got the same inhibitions
and if this came to attrition, i’ll blow your brains with the smith-en
they’ll find your frame when they fishin’ i am insane with these writtens
my sh-t remains a religion, whether you raised as a christian
baptist or atheist livin’, i’m not a slave to your fiction
i’ve seen the marks of the beast, while walkin’ the darkest of streets
it’s why we don’t talk to police, ’cause power’s a painless addiction
now could you name a musician willing to change the conditions
i’ll break the law for my peace, y’all n-ggas just came for submission
i never pray for permission, drive that’ll break the ignition
see through the heart of a priest, i think you should brace for collision

- rome streetz ransom

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