paroles de chanson BlackHearted - Bmike

Yeah
Black hearted till the day I die
(Till I mothafucking die)

This that type of shit that you look back on
This that type of shit you get your snap on
This that type of shit where you say
Fuck a hook, a melody or a trap song
I′m tryna get my rap on

This is real life shit
I done lost friends to feel like this
I done lost friends who don't feel my shit
I done lost family who hate my guts cause I bust
My ass for this rapping shit but don′t pay they rent
Done lost hoes that'll rip my heart right up out my chest while the
Shits still beating like boom boom boom
But fuck that shit cause I'm still here
2018, I′m still here
2018 they gon eat their words like a nigga B-Mike is ill, yeah
Hell yeah, they gonna say that shit,
Promise everybody gonna say that shit
Probably gonna open up every single mothafucking show when I go on
Tour with this song right here when I play
That shit like damn hoe, Right now I′m the man hoe
Grinding way before that mobile shit on instagram hoe
Do this with the fans because the the fans my fucking fam though
Shout out Chance The Rapper but this shit was not by chance though
Fuck it, ima kill the scene
Killing all you rappers, all you dreams
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Right now you might think that you're ahead but I got the guillotine
Real shit, I′m going beast mode, beast mode
You would think that I got cheat code, cheat codes
Hell nah, I don't need those
Bruh, pull up on your block like a [?] real shit

Memorize every word cause its about fucking
Time I get the credit deserved and I will not lie
If I′m not in your top five, I'll be
Cause everybody in your top five ain′t rapping like me
I'm a mothafucking beast with it
I bleed every word in red ink until I'm
Deceased with it, till I rest in peace with it
And if you underestimated me then
Well the bandwagons full motherfucker
There′s no vacancy
They hesitated me, so there′s no wait and see
Fucking A to B I did this shit from A to Z
Even skipped like three letters I was stressed about
I took the W thats why I left my X (Ex) out
Put me on, I said put me on that world stage
They know my story, but they're only on the first page
Some are 18, these rappers need some first aid
This that Knoxin ′81 Larry Bird fade
Aye, give me the mic, give me the booth
Jump in this shit and then I'll spit the truth
Jump in this shit and then I′ll let it loose
Check the thermometer, 102
All of the fans, they feel the same
They can relate to the pain in my veins
Say that I'm faking, you have to be running
Cause all of this shit is a reality for me
Were Black Hearted and blacklisted [?
] We act distant but only cause to the world we′re non existent
It's fake, facades just to relate
We'd rather hide in the wake until we finally escape
Black Hearted
I ain′t ever have anybody else
All I ever needed was myself
They would always tell me "go to hell"
Oh well
Okay then Im gone, I′m gone, I'm gone
Okay, I′m gone I'm gone I′m gone
Okay then I'm gone I′m gone I'm gone
You'll see
But I′m back cause even Satan couldn′t take the heat