Dark Hearted

(album: $oul $old $eparately - 2022)

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 solving 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 watching, they plotting 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 pushing 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 solving 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 turning 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 knocking 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 pushing 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)