Intro:

Yea. This one is dedicated to my bitch. Look.

Verse1:
Bitch I loved you, but you let them other niggas hit it/
I been chasin’ you relentless since I was livin’ in Richmond/
When I first met you, and I told you all my bidness/
What I was willin’ to do for you, there was No Limit/

And I get it, but if you can’t accept the help/
From a Nigga Wit A Attitude, Express Yaself/
I’ve been a Outkast, just a young Ghetto Boy/
Head full of Nappy Roots, you aint settlin’ for it/

I aint good enough? That’s why you stood me up?/
You actin’ Juvenile, killin me softly like the Fugees cut/
But you fuckin’ wit’ them/
Being Eazy at a party puttin’ Nutz on Ya Chin/

Its All Eyez On Me when I’m steppin’ inside/
Ever since you tried to leave I’ve been Ready To Die/
How petty am I? Bitch I’m bein’ ripped apart by it/
For this rap shit I feel like my heart’s dyin’/

Hook:

My hearts dyin’/
For this rap shit, I feel like my heart’s dyin’/
Take it back when I first start rhymin’/
Never knew it would cause pain bitch my heart’s dyin’/

My hearts dyin’/
For this rap shit, I feel like my heart’s dyin’/
Never went gold, platinum, or hit the charts diamond/
They callin’ me underrated, my fuckin’ heart’s dyin’/

Verse2:

I know the type of niggas you like/
The type of muhfuckas who can barely spit on the mic/
That’s gettin’ you hype, mumble rap niggas wit’ ice/
I don’t understand it maybe I aint listenin’ right/

I just wish I could rewind time, and change it/
Reintroduce myself like Hi My Name Is/
And spit somethin’ you can put inside ya playlist/
Instead you be listenin’ to Plies, your favorite/

I spend my days trapped in a office/
Tryin’ to write somethin’ that’ll have you scratchin’ ya noggin’/
Thinkin’ deeply but you treat me like a average artist/
Rappin’ my hardest, you just threw my tracks in the garbage/

That shits retarded. I know I’m one of the best/
You gone hate it while I’m livin’ but you’ll love it in death/
Fuck it I guess a nigga gotta die to be loved/
I’m lookin’ down wit a frown while I’m flyin’ above/
Bitch ma hearts dyin’/

Hook:

My hearts dyin’/
For this rap shit, I feel like my heart’s dyin’/
Take it back when I first start rhymin’/
Never knew it would cause pain bitch my heart’s dyin’/

My hearts dyin’/
For this rap shit, I feel like my heart’s dyin’/
Never went gold, platinum, or hit the charts diamond/
They callin’ me underrated, my fuckin’ heart’s dyin’/