[Hook]
No one care about this heart of mine
(I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama)
Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second life
Maybe that will help this heart of mine
[Verse 1]
I got this heartfelt thug sh**
Because my heart has been broken and stolen
Busted wide open, close your eyes and picture me rollin’
Looking for haters and narcotics out the same mirror
Watching my back across the track with my main hitter
I need a pat on my back, I need a favor
I just got beef for 400 grand by my man, from the crater
I won’t go dig my n***a casket up, take it down Highland road
Take pictures while your casket while everybody throwing folds
[Hook]
No one care about this heart of mine
(I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama)
Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second life
Maybe that will help this heart of mine
[Verse 2]
This heart probably can’t be fixed no way
Real talk, it be broken like that
Too many died unexpected times, it was stolen like that
Me and my partner watching, tryna find a mole in the pack
He was an OG, certified, I ain’t know he a rat
She say she love me why you ain’t love me in Angola like that
You let your hating a** friends put your foot on my back
I miss my friends ’til the end, we be really living like that
Need a second line to bring some memories back
[Hook]
No one care about this heart of mine
(I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama)
Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second life
Maybe that will help this heart of mine
[Verse 3]
If [?] swinging like a [?], biting on his lip with his left hand
Wish I could take him back to basketball, layups with left hand
He lost Lil Ivy we both was crying, now he just don’t care man
Billy the kid, they finally got him, gunshot out his left head
Snaked Lil Bleak when I was gone, he was my right and left hand
I’m standing strong behind Bleak name, like Finn with his left hand
I just want know who care man, sell me [?] and hustle with me
Go right back in that struggle with me
Sometimes I feel
Sometimes I feel
[Hook] x 2
No one care about this heart of mine
(I feel alone, alone, -lone, -lone, mama)
Why Baton Rouge can’t have no second life
Maybe that will help this heart of mine