Bmike - Black Hearted lyrics

Yeah Black hearted till the day I die (Till I mothaf**ing die) This that type of s**t that you look back on This that type of s**t you get your snap on This that type of s**t where you say f**k a hook, a melody or a trap song I’m tryna get my rap on. This is real life s**t I done lost friends to feel like this I done lost friends who don’t feel my s**t I done lost family who hate my guts cause I bust my a*s for this rapping s**t but don’t pay they rent Done lost h**s that’ll rip my heart right up out my chest while the sh**s still beating like boom boom boom but f**k that s**t cause I’m still here 2018, I’m still here 2018 they gon eat their words like a n***a B-Mike is ill, yeah Hell yeah, they gonna say that s**t, promise everybody gonna say that s**t Probably gonna open up every single mothaf**ing show when I go on tour with this song right here when I play that s**t like damn hoe, Right now I’m the man hoe Grinding way before that mobile s**t on instagram hoe Do this with the fans because the the fans my f*****g fam though Shout out Chance The Rapper but this s**t was not by chance though F**k it, ima k** the scene k**ing all you rappers, all you dreams Yeah, yeah, yeah, right now you might think that you’re ahead but I got the guillotine Real s**t, I’m going beast mode, beast mode You would think that I got cheat code, cheat codes Hell nah, I don’t need those Bruh, pull up on your block like a .. real s**t. Memorize every word cause its about f*****g 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 mothaf**ing 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 motherf**er There’s no vacancy They hesitated me, so there’s no wait and see F*****g A to B I did this s**t 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 s**t and then I’ll spit the truth Jump in this s**t 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 s**t is a reality for me Were Black Hearted and blacklisted .. 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 heattt.