Denzel Curry, J.K. The Reaper, Nell - Dark & Violent lyrics

Fang life! Klan shit, nigga
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 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 that survived Rikers but shortly
His life had ended with a bullet
That's made out of Midas

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 don'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 don't have a fucking name on the darkside

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 nigga's 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?

(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

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’

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
Chose 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
Bro, 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