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 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
n*gga, ain't no solvin' no murders, welcome to Murderland
Send a hit and scratch off a hit, b*tch, I'm the murder man
Pray the Lord put his hands on me
And I know I took a risk with this sh*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 n*ggas stand on it when it ain't the truth?
pus*y n*ggas ran on me when it's time to shoot
Motherf*ck a friend, got them b*tches out my crew
I know you wouldn't f*ck 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 time
Empty stomach give you the heart to go do a homicide
I know some b*tch 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 then
Back when b*tches, 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 sh*t 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
n*gga, ain't no solvin' no murders, welcome to Murderland
Bulletproof my sh*t, they might hit it, b*tch, I'm the murder man
Dead n*gga 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 (b*tch)
Man, these pus*y n*ggas might take the stand on me

[Pre-Chorus]
Well, how can n*ggas stand on it when it ain't the truth?
pus*y 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 f*ck with me if I didn't have no loot
'Cause I'm the one that push a hard line
Tell me what b*tches know about hard time
Empty stomach give you the heart to go do a homicide
Know some b*tch 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 then
Back when b*tches, 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 sh*t 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)