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letra de dark hearted - freddie gibbs

[intro]
yeah (sp-ce rabbit)
yeah-yeah (yeah)
yeah-yeah (sp-ce rabbit push a sp-ce coupe straight out of monaco, yeah)
i pray the choppa never jam on me, yeah
i pray the lord puts his hands on me (yeah), yeah-yeah
i pray the choppa never jam

[verse 1]
.30-30 in my hands
dea and detective done 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 puts 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 a n-gga stand on it when it ain’t the truth?
p-ssy n-ggas ran on me when it’s time to shoot
motherf-ck a friend, get 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 times
empty stomach get 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 ten
back when b-tches, they used to play with my heart then
police might shoot me and k!ll me over my dark skin
man, this game got me dark-hearted
smoke a chain like a alcoholic, don’t get me started
i thought we was gon’ thug it out to the end
but i guess that sh-t just wasn’t on the plans
i pray this choppa never jam

[verse 2]
.30-30 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 might pop another bottle and pour one out for your dead homie
swear my friends turnin’ fed on me (b-tch)
man, they p-ssy n-ggas, might take a stand on me
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[pre-chorus]
but how can a n-gga stand on it when it ain’t the truth?
p-ssy 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 times
empty stomach get 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

[outro]
i pray this choppa never jam (yeah-yeah)
i pray this choppa never jam on me (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 on me (yeah-yeah)
i pray the lord puts his hands on me (yeah-yeah)

- freddie gibbs

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