Freddie Gibbs - Dark Hearted lyrics

Yeah (yeah, Space Rabbit)
Yeah yeah (yeah) yeah yeah
(Space Rabbit push a space coupe)
I pray the choppa never jam, homie (yeah)
I pray the Lord puts his hands on me
(yeah yeah) i pray the choppa never jam

30, 30 in my hands
DEA and detective done 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 puts 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 plottin' plan on me
They go end up one of them dead homies

'Cause how can a nigga stand on
It when it ain't the truth
Pussy niggas ran on me when
It's time to shoot motherfuck a friend
Get 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 times
Empty stomach get 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

Cause nigga, we was locked in
Million six and my niggas
Didn't want apartment
We was pushin' that molly
Powder and hard ten 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 a jam like a alcoholic
Don't get me started
I thought we was gon' thug it out to the end
But I guess that shit 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
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 might pop another bottle and pour
One out for your dead homie
Swear my friends turnin' fed on me (Bitch)
Man, they pussy niggas might take
A stand on me

But how can a nigga 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 times
Empty stomach get you the heart
To go do a homicide
Know some bitch niggas that snitch
Niggas on my sid
Still a rich nigga with mob ties

'Cause nigga, we was locked in
Million six and my niggas
Didn't want apartment
We was pushin' that molly
Powder and hard ten 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 a jam like a alcoholic
Don't get me started
I thought we was gon' thug it out to the end
But I guess that shit 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, homie
(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, homie (yeah)
I pray the Lord puts his hands on me
(yeah yeah)