Текст песни Dark Hearted - Freddie Gibbs

Yea
(Space rabbit) yeh, yeh (yea)
Yea, yea (space rabbit push space kushe right, our monicker)

I pray my chopper never jam on me
Yea
I pray the lord put his hands on me
Yea yea

A brand new chopper never- jam
Dirty '30mm in my hand
DEA 'n the detective
That got me cuffed up on that ambulance
Nigga they ain't no solvin' no murders
Welcome to Murderland
Send a hit and scratch off a hit
Here come the murder man

Pray the lord put his hands on me
And I know I took original shit
When I put my hands on it
All my enemies watch
And they be blockin' bad on me
There go one of them dead homies
'Cause I can't even-

Stand on it
When it ain't the truth
Pussy niggas ran on me
When it's time to shoot
Pull a fuckin' friend
Got them bitches and my crew
I know you move up when
Me an' runnin' hand no loot
'Cause I'm the one who push a-

Hard line
Tell me what niggas know about hard time
If yo' stomach
Give you the heart to go do a homicide
Know some bitch niggas that snitch
Niggas, on my side
Still a rich nigga with Mai Tai's
'Cause nigga we was-

Locked in
Me and sex and my niggas
In one apartment
We was pushin' 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
Smokin' drain like it alcohol
And don't get me started
I thought we was gon' thug it out 'til the end
But I guess that shit just wan't in the plans
I pray this chopper never-

Jam
Dirty '30mm in my hand
Shoot him if he ain't be away
We shoot up the ambulance
Nigga, ain't no solvin' no murders
Welcome to Murderland
Bulletproof my shit
They might hear that, bitch, I be the murder man

Dead nigga, put his hands on me
I'ma pop another bottle and put one upon yo
Dead homie
Swear my friends turning
Fed on me
Many pussy niggas
Might they descend on me?
Well, how can niggas-

Stand on it?
When it ain't the truth
Pussy niggas ran on me
When it's time to shoot
If they think I'm a man, baby
I'm just knockin' boots
I know you move up when
Me an' everbody have no loot
'Cause I'm the one who push a-

Hard line
Tell me what niggas know about hard time
If yo' stomach
Give you the heart to go do a homicide
Know some bitch niggas that snitch
Niggas, on my side
Still a rich nigga with Mai Tai's
'Cause nigga we was-

Locked in
Me and sex and my niggas
In one apartment
We was pushin' 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
Smokin' drain like it alcohol
And don't get me started
I thought we was gon' thug it out 'til the end
But I guess that shit just wan't in the plans

I pray this chopper never --jam
Yea
A brand new chopper never, jam
Yea yea

A brand new chopper never jam on me
Yea
I pray the lord put his hands on me
Yea

A brand new chopper never, jam
A brand new chopper never, jam
Yea (yea)

I pray the chopper never jam on me
Yea
I pray the lord put his hands on me
Yea Yea