No Remorse

[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, 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, 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, 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, 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