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 put his hands on me (Yeah), yeah-yeah I pray the choppa never jam [Verse 1] Dirty .30 in my hand DEA and detectives, they got me cuffed on that ambulance Nigga, ain't no solvin' no murders, welcome to Murderland Send a hit and scratch off a hit, bitch, I'm the murder man Pray the Lord put his hands on me And I know I took a risk with this shit 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 [Pre-Chorus] 'Cause how can niggas stand on it when it ain't the truth? Pussy niggas ran on me when it's time to shoot Motherfuck a friend, got them bitches out my crew I know you wouldn't fuck with me if I didn't have no loot 'Cause I'm the one that push a hard line Tell me what niggas know about hard time Empty stomach give you the heart to go do a homicide I know some bitch niggas that snitch, niggas on my side Still a rich nigga with mob ties [Chorus] 'Cause, nigga, we was locked in Me and six of my niggas in one apartment We was pushin' that molly, powder and hard then Back when bitches, 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 and drink like a alcoholic, don't get me started I thought we was gon' thug it out 'til the end But I guess that shit just wasn't in the plans I pray this choppa never jam [Verse 2] Dirty .30 in my hands Shoot him, if he ain't DOA, we shoot up the ambulance Nigga, ain't no solvin' no murders, welcome to Murderland Bulletproof my shit, they might hit it, bitch, I'm the murder man Dead nigga put his hands on me I'ma pop another bottle and pour one out for your dead homie Swear my friends turnin' fed on me (Bitch) Man, these pussy niggas might take the stand on me [Pre-Chorus] Well, how can niggas stand on it when it ain't the truth? Pussy niggas 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 fuck with me if I didn't have no loot 'Cause I'm the one that push a hard line Tell me what bitches know about hard time Empty stomach give you the heart to go do a homicide Know some bitch niggas that snitch, niggas on my side Still a rich nigga with mob ties [Chorus] 'Cause, nigga, we was locked in Me and six of my niggas in one apartment We was pushin' that molly, powder and hard then Back when bitches, 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 and drink like a alcoholic, don't get me started I thought we was gon' thug it out 'til the end But I guess that shit just wasn't in the plans I pray this choppa never jam (Uh, yeah-yeah) [Outro] I pray the choppa never jam (Yeah-yeah) I pray the choppa never jam on me (Yeah-yeah) I pray the Lord put his hands on me (Yeah-yeah) I pray the choppa never jam I pray the choppa never jam (Yeah-yeah) I pray the choppa never jam on me (Yeah-yeah) I pray the Lord put his hands on me (Yeah-yeah)