Darkside

[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 fucking 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 Bitch nigga feel my bag up, I ain't tryna hear that bullshit 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 motherfuckin' niggas on my side We even have the nerve to read the Word Now we just took a fuckin' walk on the darkside [Hook] We just took a fuckin' walk on the darkside Took a fuckin' walk on the darkside We even have the nerve to read the Word Now we just took a fuckin' walk on the darkside We just took a fuckin' walk on the darkside Took a fuckin' walk on the darkside We even have the nerve to read the Word Now we just took a fuckin' walk on the darkside, nigga [Verse 2] I committed a lot of crimes but I never got caught Now I'm sittin' in a bank What you niggas tryna get the cake, gettin' money out the big vault (Where my money at?) That's 100s, 50s, 20s nigga, all that Tell a ballin' nigga you could had a bomb bag Ain't talkin' 'bout killin' but I'm all that Black (?) black heat nigga, 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 passed 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, nigga hell 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 Damn right, I regret what I did But I get it how I live How else is a nigga gon eat? [Hook]