Dark Hearted Lyrics – Freddie Gibbs
Singer: Freddie Gibbs
Title: Dark Hearted
Yeah (Space Rabbit)
Yeah-yeah (Yeah)
Yeah-yeah (Space Rabbit push a space coupe straight out of Monaco, yeah)
I pray the choppa never jam on me, yeah
I pray the Lord puts his hands on me (Yeah), yeah-yeah
I pray the choppa never jam
.30-30 in my hands
DEA and detective done got me cuffed on that ambulance
n#gg# ain’t no solvin’ no murders, welcome to Murderland
Send a hit and scratch off a hit, b#tch, I’m the murder man
Pray the Lord puts his hands on me
And I know I took a risk with this sh#t when I put my hands on it
All my enemies watchin’, they plot and plan on me
They gon’ end up one of them dead homies
‘Cause how can a n#gg# stand on it when it ain’t the truth?
p#ss# n#gg#s ran on me when it’s time to shoot
Motherf#ck a friend, get them b#tches out my crew
I know you wouldn’t f#ck with me if I didn’t have no loot
‘Cause I’m the one that push a hard line
Tell me what n#gg#s know about hard times
Empty stomach get you the heart to go do a homicide
I know some b#tch n#gg#s that snitch, n#gg#s on my side
Still a rich n#gg# with mob ties
‘Cause, n#gg#, we was locked in
Me and six of my n#gg#s in one apartment
We was pushin’ that molly, powder and hard ten
Back when b#tches, they used to play with my heart then
Police might shoot me and kill me over my dark skin
Man, this game got me dark-hearted
Smoke a chain like a alcoholic, don’t get me started
I thought we was gon’ thug it out to the end
But I guess that sh#t just wasn’t on the plans
I pray this choppa never jam
.30-30 in my hands
Shoot him if he ain’t DOA, we shoot up the ambulance
n#gg# ain’t no solvin’ no murders, welcome to Murderland
Bulletproof my sh#t, they might hit it, b#tch, I’m the murder man
Dead n#gg# put his hands on me
I might pop another bottle and pour one out for your dead homie
Swear my friends turnin’ fed on me (b#tch)
Man, they p#ss# n#gg#s, might take a stand on me
But how can a n#gg# stand on it when it ain’t the truth?
p#ss# n#gg#s ran on me when it’s time to shoot
She think I’m her man, baby, I’m just knockin’ boots
I know you wouldn’t f#ck with me if I didn’t have no loot
‘Cause I’m the one that push a hard line
Tell me what b#tches know about hard times
Empty stomach get you the heart to go do a homicide
Know some b#tch n#gg#s that snitch, n#gg#s on my side
Still a rich n#gg# with mob ties
‘Cause, n#gg#, we was locked in
Me and six of my n#gg#s in one apartment
We was pushin’ that molly, powder and hard ten
Back when b#tches, they used to play with my heart then
Police might shoot me and kill me over my dark skin
Man, this game got me dark-hearted
Smoke a chain like a alcoholic, don’t get me started
I thought we was gon’ thug it out to the end
But I guess that sh#t just wasn’t on the plans
I pray this choppa never jam (Uh, yeah-yeah)
I pray this choppa never jam (Yeah-yeah)
I pray this choppa never jam on me (Yeah-yeah)
I pray the Lord puts his hands on me (Yeah-yeah)
I pray this choppa never jam
I pray this choppa never jam (Yeah-yeah)
I pray this choppa never jam on me (Yeah-yeah)
I pray the Lord puts his hands on me (Yeah-yeah)
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