Black Hearted Lyrics

Damn this bitch came in fast as fuck, hold on

(I Wanna be a City Starr)

Bitch i'm black hearted, something like a demon

You can't talk pape, you ain't even seen it

I'm going up man I know you can't believe it

If it ain't money or rhe gas then I don't really need it

Tryna tell me what you saw, bet I already seen it

I just wanna get the pape, fuck the rest, I don't need it

Man i'm something like Bron, cause I stay undefeated

You got the broke syndrome, shit I know how to treat it

Ima be a super star just gotta wait on me

Tryna see my name on the charts, top three

Man i'm 10k Raun, can't no nigga stop me

Boy you fucking with yo life, i'm not a toy, don't try me

Stay down, grind hard, that's what I go by

When I was down they wouldn't help, so why say hi?

When lame niggas come around, I just say bye

I'm taking off with this shit, i'm finna fly high

"Lj you broke", I looked back, bitch ahh ha

Type to take a nigga soul

Make a nigga go bye bye

If you ever faced my pole, and still lived, thank Allah

I'm CityStarrLj

Get yo bitch back, why try?

I'm saying it's impossible if i'm around

Touch a ten, that's improbable if I ain't 'round

FN, yeah this bitch hold one hundred rounds

(Blih, Blaow, Blah Blah)

Blow a nigga down

I just made a ten off his site and I ain't even have to ask bro

Type of nigga i'll play these bitches like a hasbro

Eradicate a nigga of the earth

Now his past gone

If I step in that field it's 'gon hurt

Put yo pads on

She told me i'm the hardest, I don't she ever lied

I don't want nothing else, you see the green in my eyes

Shit, i'm tryna touch a 'mil, I need pape now

Yeah i'm on a bag route, I can't stay down

That money talking to me, telling me to come and get it

If I can't make no cheese from it, I ain't getting it

Ima get to tripping in the whip, watch me spin it

I'm tryna drop cash on the scat, I ain't renting

These nigga don't know me, I don't know why they like to try

I'll get to going crazy in this bitch ain't no lie

I ain't even rich yet but i'm still that nigga

If he talking out of line we dismantle his figure

I walked into her crib pants down, you know what i'm here for

And the cat spinning 'round, think I need to steer more

I'll shoot for a bag, with this glock that I tote

I put water 'round my neck, so my head got a moat

I hit the red button, i'm recording, its go time

Play her role and she don't say shit, like a broke mime

I'll split a nigga five ways, like a broke dime

Bro died from a single shot, it was yo time

Now i'm getting rich, i'm getting pape, nigga it's show time

I ain't even being funny nigga, you can't touch mine

Try to touch Raun, man that nigga had a dumb mind

The pape coming slow, but I need it, ima keep trying

Try to touch Lj, bet you didn't see him after

We was on the same page, I elevated through the chapters

I really been sinning lately, conversations with my pastor

Drum sound like an earthquake, the scene a natural disaster

Flip back, hollows kick a nigga like a kick back

On my way up, I can't fuck with the riff raff

Fuck a backwood, hollows split a nigga like a kit-kat

You can talk you want but I don't fuck with the chit-chat

That mean if you say the wrong shit, then you done for, donzo

I'll send yo soul where the sun go

Pape chaser, i'll accrue a band with a blind fold

Raun peeking through the shades, niggas better keep they blinds closed