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Dark Hearted Lyrics - Freddie Gibbs

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Dark Hearted is a Latest English Rap Song by Freddie Gibbs. Dark Hearted Song Lyrics Are Penned by Freddie Gibbs & James Blake While Music is Produced by James Blake. Official Music Video is Released on Official Channel "Freddie Gibbs".

Dark Hearted Lyrics

[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 puts his hands on me (Yeah), yeah-yeah
I pray the choppa never jam

[Verse 1]
.30-30 in my hands
DEA and detective done got me cuffed on that ambulance
n!gga ain't no solvin' no murders, welcome to Murderland
Send a hit and scratch off a hit, b!t*h, I'm the murder man
Pray the Lord puts his hands on me
And I know I took a risk with this shi!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

[Pre-Chorus]
'Cause how can a n!gga stand on it when it ain't the truth?
Pussy n!ggas ran on me when it's time to shoot
Motherfu*k a friend, get them b!t*hes out my crew
I know you wouldn't fu*k with me if I didn't have no loot

'Cause I'm the one that push a hard line
Tell me what n!ggas know about hard times
Empty stomach get you the heart to go do a homicide

I know some b!t*h n!ggas that snitch, n!ggas on my side
Still a rich n!gga with mob ties
[Chorus]
'Cause, n!gga, we was locked in
Me and six of my n!ggas in one apartment
We was pushin' that molly, powder and hard ten
Back when b!t*hes, 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 shi!t just wasn't on the plans
I pray this choppa never jam

[Verse 2]
.30-30 in my hands
Shoot him if he ain't DOA, we shoot up the ambulance
n!gga ain't no solvin' no murders, welcome to Murderland
Bulletproof my shi!t, they might hit it, b!t*h, I'm the murder man
Dead n!gga 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!t*h)
Man, they pussy n!ggas, might take a stand on me

[Pre-Chorus]
But how can a n!gga stand on it when it ain't the truth?
Pussy n!ggas 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 fu*k with me if I didn't have no loot
'Cause I'm the one that push a hard line
Tell me what b!t*hes know about hard times

Empty stomach get you the heart to go do a homicide
Know some b!t*h n!ggas that snitch, n!ggas on my side
Still a rich n!gga with mob ties
[Chorus]
'Cause, n!gga, we was locked in
Me and six of my n!ggas in one apartment
We was pushin' that molly, powder and hard ten
Back when b!t*hes, 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 shi!t just wasn't on the plans

I pray this choppa never jam (Uh, yeah-yeah)

[Outro]
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)

Song Information

Song Dark Hearted
Singer Freddie Gibbs
Lyrics By Freddie Gibbs & James Blake
Produced By James Blake
Genre Rap
Release Date 22 September, 2022

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