
Black Heart Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Sometimes I hurt so bad, so cold, all alone in the dark
Please God, explain this pain, What's wrong with my little black heart, my little black heart, my little black heart, my little black heart, my little black heart
Immortalize my movement, to kill the top, greatest, I'm dead shocked, so hated, organizing the
Thoughts in my head
Now I've been the greatest, the realest, to fake out what you got, loud, bloody, the brightest
The sexiest guy, too righteous, I got launch bombs, rockets, uniters, fighting alongside
with dreams, that lift us
And homie, I just reached out to hear the caliber, so show me the way to cause it even spit like disaster, contagious, I can't turn, don't stop, but I fuck with the answer
Number one feature on every list, the same killer, ancient, it gets realer, half man
Half better, but this ain't no costume, bitch, nigga, you looking at the realest, the illest most pissed, gorilla, one shot killer,
No, not another thriller, my wet bullet in ya, doing damage, like a savage, in pain, just jab-stabbing my dick, you little bitches pussy for pay, like I'm a prostitute, but you still salute, cause every hunny need money
and every brother too
Doof-doof, you deaf, don't blame the f in silencer, so with all the ass, I'm a gat, To the one you god know I'm a criminal, criminal, to the one you god, know I'm a criminal
Sometimes I hurt so bad, so cold, all alone in the dark, please God, explain this pain
What's wrong with my little black heart, my little black heart
My little black heart, my little black heart, my little black heart
To the one you god, know I'm a criminal, criminal, to the one you god, know I'm a criminal, cause
I'm hip hop's knockout, knocking out hip hop's dead, got me to rethink life to the tip-top
My flow this drop, my flow this hot, how sick is God, climbing the ladder and weezy's, 3peat
For all the numbers, after all the 5 finger discounts, I got on all your shots, on all what you brought, on all what you got, You can't eat, breathe, or even sell out, MJ a lot
I'm talking cards, you wish you could break the stop sign, like I really wanna pause your lives to drop lines,
I'm so that, and one, wing to lean, or not, counting up to no
numbers, just 2, 3, I'm God forever, don't stop, My hoop dreams, to collectin these two balls, are fucking weapons, if you stall,
I'm pissed off, to make it happen, so don't settle for hell, I'm in so fucking heaven forever n still sold out, so fucking sellin, these bars are fucking screaming, fucking fans, fucking with the fucking fam, fucking
with the fucking fame, I drop it, Spinnit like the motherfucking top, I have to grab it, pissed off, so fucking killin the reason I made it, surrender to the greatest
Sometimes I hurt so bad, so cold, all alone in the dark
Please God explain this pain, what's wrong with my little black heart, my little black heart
My little black heart, my little black heart
my little black heart, my little black heart