Ransom & Rome Streetz – No Remorse Mp3 Download + Lyrics

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Ransom & Rome Streetz – No Remorse

Title: No Remorse
Artist: Ransom & Rome Streetz
Genre: Hip Pop
Year: 2021

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Ransom & Rome Streetz – No Remorse Lyrics

[Intro: Ransom]
Shit about to get real dark
Hey Streetz, you ready?
Hahaha, yeah I already know you ready
Let’s get it boy, let’s get it

[Verse 1: Ransom]
Yeah, I don’t know what y’all think this is
There’s no life after death, you ready to die for thinkin’ big?
You either thirsty or you drink to live
Sink your ribs, winked and slid, arm all plastic just like Inky’s is
Yeah, I was never known for the back and forth
Ask your boss, he was my passenger when I crashed the Porsche
Eager to speak, but what you lack is force
You just flap your jaws
Would’ve shot you and left you back when I had remorsе
But now I’m stuck with all these savage thoughts
Sincе they never passed the torch, light and gas a cross on a rapper’s porch
My worst fear is going back to court
My heart froze, I spit cold, you die by the time the track defrost
I got no class, I couldn’t pass the course
I was thinkin’ forward when everybody said I’m an afterthought
Subtract a nigga when the math is off
Ain’t no passion lost
You did some time on the island, that was your last resort
Die by the sword is what I often quote
When I got involved with dope, I almost lost my hope until I saw the growth (That’s facts)
And now I’m drunk tryna park the boat
The sharpest quotes done turnt this black sheep into the darkest GOAT
Before the crew love, pictures and group hugs
Niggas was true thugs, ignorant heathens before we grew up
The forty blue slugs, lick a shot at ya son’s neck
I’m vicious, when it comes to these digits, get 42 dug

[Chorus: Ransom]
We don’t feel remorse (No!)
We ain’t never care and we ain’t sorry for your loss
Throw a party for the boss (Wooo!)
What we gon’ spin in, the Ferrari or the Porsche?
We ain’t gon’ finish ’til your body’s in the morgue, ’cause
We don’t feel remorse (Nah)
We ain’t never care and we ain’t sorry for your loss
Throw a party for the boss (Let’s go)
What we gon’ spin in, the Ferrari or the Porsche? (Which one?)
We ain’t gon’ finish ’til your body’s in the morgue, nigga

[Verse 2: Rome Streetz]
Ayo, no remorse for the opposition
A Glock shot’ll twist ya top, turn an opp into apparition
Serve powder to the preacher like I never had religion
Just make sure my numbers right like a mathematician
To beat poverty properly, that was half the mission
I need a Panama property, fuck average livin’
My time, you gotta pay for it like a bad decision
It’s never free like you trapped in prison
My path is different, when I was dead broke I had to get the cream
Made thousands off a phone that I had to flip the screen
What I hold in the SIG’ll kill you like nicotine
Was servin’ nicks to fiends, now I’m that nigga on ya bitch’s screen
She watch faithfully, masturbate to me
Ten thousand hours made me a master, you niggas make believe (Fuck outta here!)
Fuck remorse, compassion left my heart with a vacancy
So I feel nothin’ when I smoke you like an eighth of trees
Turn my crumbs to Cristal, no government pay receipt (Nah)
Real shit, I built this brick by brick like masonry
Stylin’ on you niggas like I’m down with fashion agencies
The main attraction, who they paid to see blatantly, nigga
I take mine, fuck waitin’ for what they offer ya
My aura is warrior, from Austin to Austria
Remember before when I had a probation officer
She violated me, now I’m probably cakin’ more than her, fuck that bitch
(Fuck outta here!)

[Chorus: Ransom]
We don’t feel remorse
We ain’t never care and we ain’t sorry for your loss
Throw a party for the boss (Wooo!)
What we gon’ spin in, the Ferrari or the Porsche?
We ain’t gon’ finish ’til your body’s in the morgue, ’cause
We don’t feel remorse (Nah)
We ain’t never care and we ain’t sorry for your loss
Throw a party for the boss (Let’s go)
What we gon’ spin in, the Ferrari or the Porsche? (Which one?)
We ain’t gon’ finish ’til your body’s in the morgue, nigga

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