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