Too many died unexpected times, it was stolen like that
No one care about this heart of mine
You let your hating ass friends put your foot on my back
Wish I could take him back to basketball, layups with left hand
Me and my partner watching, tryna find a mole in the pack

Sometimes I feel

Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second line
Maybe that will help this heart of mine
Busted wide open, close your eyes and picture me rollin’
I just got beef for 400 grand by my man, from the crater

[Verse 1]
She say she love me why you ain’t love me in Angola like that
I won’t go dig my nigga casket up, take it down Highland road

No one care about this heart of mine
I just want know who care man, seven eleven hustle with me
No one care about this heart of mine
[Hook] x 2
Snaked Lil’ Bleek when I was gone, he was my right and left hand
[Verse 2]
Because my heart has been broken and stolen
(I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama)
(I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama)
Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second line
Billy the kid, they finally got him, gunshot out his left head
He was an OG, and certified, I ain’t know he a rat
[Hook]
This heart probably can’t be fixed no way
Sometimes I feel
Real talk, it been broken like that
I need a pat on my back, I need a favor
I’m standing strong behind Bleek name, like Finn with his left hand
Need a second line to bring some memories back (that’s Lil’ Bleek and Lil’ Ivory)
I got this heartfelt thug shit
No one care about this heart of mine

Take pictures wit your casket while everybody throwing four
Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second line
He lost Lil’ Ivy we both was crying, now he just don’t care man
Maybe that will help this heart of mine
If Finn in the cut dawg, swinging like a mud dawg, biting on his lip with his left hand
Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second line
Go right back in that struggle with me
Maybe that will help this heart of mine
[Hook]
Looking for haters and narcotics out the same mirror
[Hook]
(I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama)
I miss my friends ’til the end, we be really living like that
Maybe that will help this heart of mine
Watching my back across the track with my main hitter
[Verse 3]
(I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama)