Blackhearted

Yeah

Black hearted till the day I die

(Till I mothafucking die)

This that type of shit that you look back on

This that type of shit you get your snap on

This that type of shit where you say fuck a hook, a melody or a trap song

I'm tryna get my rap on

This is real life shit

I done lost friends to feel like this

I done lost friends who don't feel my shit

I done lost family who hate my guts cause I bust my ass for this rapping shit but don't pay they rent

I done lost hoes that'll rip my heart right up out my chest while the shits still beating like boom boom boom but fuck that shit cause I'm still here

2018, I'm still here

2018 they gon eat their words like a nigga B-Mike is ill, yeah

Hell yeah, they gonna say that shit, promise everybody gonna say that shit

Probably gonna open up every single mothafucking show when I go on tour with this song right here when I play that shit like damn hoe, Right now I'm the man hoe

Grinding way before that mobile shit on Instagram hoe

Do this with the fans because the the fans my fucking fam though

Shout out Chance The Rapper but this shit was not by chance though

Fuck it, ima kill the scene

Killing all you rappers, all you dreams

Yeah, yeah, yeah, right now you might think that you're ahead but I got the guillotine

Real shit, I'm going beast mode, beast mode

You would think that I got cheat code, cheat codes

Hell nah, I don't need those, need those

Bruh, pull up on your block like a deep hole, deep hole real shit

They memorize every word cause its about fucking time I get the credit deserved and I will not lie

If I'm not in your top five, I'll be

Cause everybody in your top five ain't rapping like me

I'm a mothafucking beast with it

I bleed every word in red ink until I'm deceased with it, till I rest in peace with it

And if you underestimated me then

Well the bandwagons full motherfucker

There's no vacancy

They hesitated me, so there's no wait and see

Fucking A to B I did this shit from A to Z

Even skipped like three letters I was stressed about

I took the W thats why I left my X (Ex) out

Put me on, I said put me on that world stage

They know my story, but they're only on the first page

Some are 18, these rappers need some first aid

This that Knoxin '81 Larry Bird fade

Aye, give me the mic, give me the booth

Jump in this shit and then I'll spit the truth

Jump in this shit and then I'll let it loose

Check the thermometer, 102

All of the fans, they feel the same

They can relate to the pain in my veins

Say that I'm faking, you have to be running

Cause all of this shit is a reality for me

Were Black Hearted and blacklisted it's that simple we act distant but only cause to the world we're non existent

It's fake, facades just to relate

We'd rather hide in the wake until we finally escape

Black Hearted

I ain't ever have anybody else

All I ever needed was myself

They would always tell me: Go to hell

Oh well

Okay then Im gone, I'm gone, I'm gone

Okay, I'm gone I'm gone I'm gone

Okay then I'm gone I'm gone I'm gone

You'll see

But I'm back cause even Satan couldn't take the heat