Rome Streetz & Ransom - Dark Love lyrics

[Intro] "I'm sayin' what the fu*k?" "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, flickin' 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 ni**as out there of a different fabric, it's plastic My old A raps is pissin' 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 ni**as been lackin' style, none of you clowns can fu*k 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 ni**as 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 ni**as 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 teeth, 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 ni**as 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 ni**as 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