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letra de darkside - young lace

[verse 1]
stand up, stand up
i came for the money, put your hands up
i don’t even know what this case carry
i’m just tryin’ to make f-cking bands up
my pops and my mama they fight like ain’t no tomorrow
livin’ life full of pain and sorrow
so i’m ski-masked up in that monte carlo
then i hit my homie carlos, told him “now: we gotta hit it, like, tomorrow”
and i know a getaway we could borrow
coming from the side so we know where the cop goes
we can get the money and pop off
split off when we get off for the dropoff
and if you get locked up it ain’t my fault
i got a nine and my homie got a sawed-off, he got a sawed-off
b-tch n-gga feel my bag up, i ain’t tryna hear that bullsh-t
i told you i gotta get my cash up
you tryna hold me back, then here’s a full clip
walk in a back with my motherf-ckin’ n-ggas on my side
we even have the nerve to read the word
now we just took a f-ckin’ walk on the darkside

[hook]
we just took a f-ckin’ walk on the darkside
took a f-ckin’ walk on the darkside
we even have the nerve to read the word
now we just took a f-ckin’ walk on the darkside
we just took a f-ckin’ walk on the darkside
took a f-ckin’ walk on the darkside
we even have the nerve to read the word
now we just took a f-ckin’ walk on the darkside, n-gga

[verse 2]
i committed a lot of crimes but i never got caught
now i’m sittin’ in a bank
what you n-ggas tryna get the cake, gettin’ money out the big vault
(where my money at?)
that’s 100s, 50s, 20s n-gga, all that
tell a ballin’ n-gga you could had a bomb bag
ain’t talkin’ ’bout k!llin’ but i’m all that
black (?) black heat n-gga, all that
we got the money, now we headed where the car
cameras everywhere so we had to walk back
had to sneak through the trash cuz a car p-ssed
when the coast clear now hit it four-flat
cuz if the cops come you’n don’t want that
they see me leave the scene with a black mask
black shirt, black t, black all that
and i just spent my last four racks
i ain’t going out with no fight, that’s what i don’t like
lifetime in a jail cell, n-gga h-ll naw
and i know it ain’t right, but i gotta pay that price
feelin’ like i sold my soul to the devil
i hear sirens and police never felt, never feelin’ this deep
d-mn right, i regret what i did
but i get it how i live
how else is a n-gga gon eat?

[hook]

- young lace

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