Dark Hearted – Freddie Gibbs lyrics

Dark Hearted song by Freddie Gibbs was released on September 23, 2022. The song is written by Freddie Gibbs & James Blake and produced by James Blake.

“Dark Hearted”

[Intro]

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)

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