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Mpmania Mix 39

Freddie Gibbs – Dark Hearted (Audio, Lyrics)

American rapper, Freddie Gibbs unveils the new piece of music “Dark Hearted.” The track was produced by James Blake.

Freddie Gibbs Dark Hearted

Freddie Gibbs Dark Hearted

In the past two years, Freddie Gibbs went from an overlooked champ of the underground to a Grammy-nominated rapper who went toe-to-toe against Nas for the Rap Album Of The Year. Despite his accomplishments, his online antics have overshadowed the quality of music he releases. It’s turned Gibbs into a regular trending topic on Twitter as he takes shots at anyone and everyone. Audiences became polarized but the long-awaited $oul $old $eparately is aiming to turn his non-believers to his side.

On Friday morning, the rapper debuted the second single off of $$$, the James Blake-produced, “Dark Hearted.” Unlike “Too Much,” The Gary, IN native comes through with sobering introspection over darker production that isn’t catered to the clubs. Gibbs’s melodic inflexions and watery cadences contrast the airy and ominous production that Blake lays down. Still, Freddie’s lucid lyricism and Blake’s ethereal production pair together for what might be one of the best rap records of the year.

Freddie Gibbs – Dark Hearted (prod. James Blake)

Lyrics

[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

[Chorus]
‘Cause, nigga, we was locked in
Me and six of my niggas 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 ’til the end
But I guess that shit just wasn’t in the plans
I pray this choppa never jam

[Verse 2]
Dirty .30 in my hands
Shoot him, if he ain’t DOA, we shoot up the ambulance
Nigga, ain’t no solvin’ no murders, welcome to Murderland
Bulletproof my shit, they might hit it, bitch, I’m the murder man
Dead nigga 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 niggas might take the stand on me

[Pre-Chorus]
Well, how can niggas stand on it when it ain’t the truth?
Pussy niggas 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 niggas that snitch, niggas on my side
Still a rich nigga with mob ties

[Chorus]
‘Cause, nigga, we was locked in
Me and six of my niggas 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 ’til the end
But I guess that shit just wasn’t in the plans
I pray this choppa never jam (Uh, yeah-yeah)

[Outro]
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-yeah)
I pray the Lord put his hands on me (Yeah-yeah)

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