Текст Bmike – BlackHearted

Yeah
Blackhearted till the day I die
(Till I mothafucking die)

This that type of shit that you look back 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

Memorize every word
Cause it’s 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
Well then 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 that’s 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 blackhearted and blacklisted it’s that simple
We act distant but only cause to the world we’re non existent
It’s fake, and we don’t tolerate fake, facades just to relate
We’d rather hide in the wake until we finally escape
Blackhearted

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 I’m 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