Dark Hearted Freddie Gibbs

[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
Nigga, 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

[Pre-Chorus]
'Cause how can niggas stand on it when it ain't the truth?
Pussy niggas 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 niggas know about hard time
Empty stomach give you the heart to go do a homicide
I know some bitch niggas that snitch, niggas on my side
Still a rich nigga with mob ties