Black Hearted

[Intro] Still feel it I just deal with it Can't even place a call to Zo He would've been on all the tours, that's my real nigga He would've been on all the tours, that's my real nigga He would've been on all the tours, that's my real nigga [Verse 1] Painkillers for the pain but I still feel it Still suffer as a man, I just deal with it Can't even place a call to Zo, it feel different He would've been on all the tours, that's my real nigga I got a couple quarter M's in the gravel chillin' I want to see my brothers eat, we ain't in competition Fuck a label, I was turnin' down they proposition They wasn't talkin' 'bout no chicken, lot of faulty business Roaches crawlin' through the dishes that we finna use And Payless where my mama had me pickin' tennis shoes After all that I been through, I ain't finna lose The streets feel like if I did it, they can do it too Ayy it's beyond bulletproof when it come to mines Drop a hundred, take a hundred trips a hundred times They yellin' death before dishonor, that's a fuckin' lie It ain't no death before dishonor, motherfuckin' lie [Chorus] It's like the slums got a hold of me I'm black-hearted, kind of like my heart froze on me I lost the ones closest to me, now I'm soul-searching Born cursed but I deserve worse, Hell Gang worship The slums got a hold of me I'm black-hearted, kind of like my heart froze on me I lost the ones closest to me, now I'm soul-searching Born cursed but I deserve worse, Hell Gang worship [Verse 2] Mama nigga kicked her out in the rain Apologizing to me like she to blame Should see the look on her face Damn, now we gotta look for a place Pops locked, he got booked for the yay Caught him cookin' the cake Four nicky in the hoodie, I'm straight You gon' need it, it ain't up for debate A lot of snakes out here, homicide a common case out here They exterminating our race out here, know you bang out of fear For many years, sheddin' tears in this life Conversating with the Lord for the spirit enlightening Conversating with the Lawyer, tryna clear the indictment They offer coffee and he told on the driver Told on the shooter, he said he got a lil' excited Broke the code like he ain't know a lot of honor in silence We used to go on assignments, that ain't righteous I ain't know you was like this, that ain't righteous I ain't know you was like this, yeah it be slimy like [Chorus] It's like the slums got a hold of me I'm black-hearted, kind of like my heart froze on me I lost the ones closest to me, now I'm soul-searching Born cursed but I deserve worse, Hell Gang worship The slums got a hold of me I'm black-hearted, kind of like my heart froze on me I lost the ones closest to me, now I'm soul-searching Born cursed but I deserve worse, Hell Gang worship