Dark & Violent (feat. JK The Reaper & 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?!

[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

[J.K. The Rapper]

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

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

[J.K. The Rapper]

Knew a 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, a kid, a baby

And yet to realize 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?

[Interlude]

(Car driving)

Nigga we gotta get this money

Damn right

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 shit or what?

Yeah, yeah, 'this what I got to do

[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 was thee

Soul turned it cold 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 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 bitch, he was twitching, bust at a civilian

And blasted the mag with no mask in the buildin’

[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 ripped 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 move, riding

Trials and tribulations of the dark and violent