Hurts My Heart
Aye, aye aye
I got it
Ooh, Ooh
I got it
Aye
I got it
And it hurts my heart
When a friend wanna hate
It hurts my heart
When they celebrate the fake
Please don't start
Throwing dirt on my name
Cause I got heart (M.A.K.)
Ooh
Feeling like Pac bouncing back from the 5 shots
Terry Makaveli turn heads like a wrist watch (Okay)
I did favors for the people
Now the gifts stop
Niggas ungrateful
Women distasteful
Fucking with them niggas
Who be sucking other niggas
Dick riding, they disguise it
Like they fucking with the vision, HA
It make me laugh
My ex rival Stacey Dash
But I cut her cause she mad at me for chasing cash
How do you expect to dress nice and flex
If your man can't put you on a check (Huh)
My daddy loved cars
Think his favorite was the vette' (Huh)
His uncle was a goon
Probably used to tote a tec (Huh)
Hustle in my blood
So I'm destined for a stack
Plus I know the plug
Used to middle man the pack
Not a flex, just a fact
I was desperate and broke
Ain't a street dude
Just connected with them folks
But we tryna rise above
I'm a voice for the mighty young
When you lit, ops get sick
Try to pull your plug
But I been legit since a gent
So you see me outside
Show me love
Cause it hurts my heart
When a friend wanna hate
Its hearts my heart
When they celebrate the fake
Please don't start
Throwing dirt on my name
Cause I got heart
And opinions won't change it
And it hurts my heart
When you go and burn a bridge
Then act like you ain't did what you did
I spent nights in the dark tryna heal
So It hurts my heart
When the tell me how to live
It hurts my
I admit it that I grew up timid
Had to learn that ain't really living
What I raps what I'm really living
Please save the cap
For the cats who ain't got no vision
Skinny niggas
But I'm big business
Women curved me back then
Now I'm on the hit list
Going broke and bouncing back
I'm a real witness
Had to make a check stretch
Call it bill fitness
So I'm grateful
Your energy bad
I must replace you
I rather be alone
Than to play fool
If I hold my tongue
They won't hear my truth
So I'm kicking my shit
Bout as hard as the base do
Cause it hurts my heart
When a friend wanna hate
Its hearts my heart
When they celebrate the fake
Please don't start
Throwing dirt on my name
Cause I got heart
And opinions won't change it
And it hurts my heart
When you go and burn a bridge
Then act like you ain't did what you did
I spent nights in the dark tryna heal
So It hurts my heart
When the tell me how to live
It hurts my
I got it
Ooh, Ooh
I got it
Aye
I got it
And it hurts my heart
When a friend wanna hate
It hurts my heart
When they celebrate the fake
Please don't start
Throwing dirt on my name
Cause I got heart (M.A.K.)
Ooh
Feeling like Pac bouncing back from the 5 shots
Terry Makaveli turn heads like a wrist watch (Okay)
I did favors for the people
Now the gifts stop
Niggas ungrateful
Women distasteful
Fucking with them niggas
Who be sucking other niggas
Dick riding, they disguise it
Like they fucking with the vision, HA
It make me laugh
My ex rival Stacey Dash
But I cut her cause she mad at me for chasing cash
How do you expect to dress nice and flex
If your man can't put you on a check (Huh)
My daddy loved cars
Think his favorite was the vette' (Huh)
His uncle was a goon
Probably used to tote a tec (Huh)
Hustle in my blood
So I'm destined for a stack
Plus I know the plug
Used to middle man the pack
Not a flex, just a fact
I was desperate and broke
Ain't a street dude
Just connected with them folks
But we tryna rise above
I'm a voice for the mighty young
When you lit, ops get sick
Try to pull your plug
But I been legit since a gent
So you see me outside
Show me love
Cause it hurts my heart
When a friend wanna hate
Its hearts my heart
When they celebrate the fake
Please don't start
Throwing dirt on my name
Cause I got heart
And opinions won't change it
And it hurts my heart
When you go and burn a bridge
Then act like you ain't did what you did
I spent nights in the dark tryna heal
So It hurts my heart
When the tell me how to live
It hurts my
I admit it that I grew up timid
Had to learn that ain't really living
What I raps what I'm really living
Please save the cap
For the cats who ain't got no vision
Skinny niggas
But I'm big business
Women curved me back then
Now I'm on the hit list
Going broke and bouncing back
I'm a real witness
Had to make a check stretch
Call it bill fitness
So I'm grateful
Your energy bad
I must replace you
I rather be alone
Than to play fool
If I hold my tongue
They won't hear my truth
So I'm kicking my shit
Bout as hard as the base do
Cause it hurts my heart
When a friend wanna hate
Its hearts my heart
When they celebrate the fake
Please don't start
Throwing dirt on my name
Cause I got heart
And opinions won't change it
And it hurts my heart
When you go and burn a bridge
Then act like you ain't did what you did
I spent nights in the dark tryna heal
So It hurts my heart
When the tell me how to live
It hurts my
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Writer(s): Terrence Copeland
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