Dark Hearted

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

I pray the choppa never jam

Dirty .30 in my hand

DEA and detectives, they got me cuffed on that ambulance

****, 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

'Cause how can **** stand on it when it ain't the truth?

Pussy **** 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 **** know about hard time

Empty stomach give you the heart to go do a homicide

Know some bitch **** that snitch, **** on my side

Still a rich **** with mob ties

'Cause, ****, we was locked in

Me and six of my **** 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 till the end

But I guess that shit just wasn't in the plans

I pray this choppa never jam

Dirty .30 in my hands

Shoot him, if he ain't DOA, we shoot up the ambulance

****, ain't no solvin' no murders, welcome to Murderland

Bulletproof my shit, they might hit it, bitch, I'm the murder man

Dead **** 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 **** might take the stand on me

Well, how can **** stand on it when it ain't the truth?

Pussy **** 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 **** that snitch, **** on my side

Still a rich **** with mob ties

'Cause, ****, we was locked in

Me and six of my **** 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 till the end

But I guess that shit just wasn't in the plans

I pray this choppa never jam (Uh, yeah)

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

I pray the Lord put his hands on me, yeah-yeah