​heart (interlude)

Yeah it’s hurting bad (it’s hurting so bad)
I need a couple stacks (I need that money, bitch)
Uh what? (I need to see that green)
(Uh uh uh yeah)
DEELA!

DEELA’s got a heart, and it’s hurting bad
Need some head, a new bag and a couple stacks
Pile it up in the bag, need to see that green
Niggas talking so much shit, then go feature me (what?)
But I got a heart, and it’s hurting bad (so bad)
You bitches think I don’t way I rap on tracks
It’s just the personality that you see on screen
On my worst day, you bitches couldn’t shit on me (never ever)

Okay, it’s my heart that I’m pouring
Respect the dead, you know it’s D’usse that we pouring
Worst nigga that I met, lost him this year
I just wanted sex, he’s so stupid I might shed a tear (uh huh)
But enough- about that bitch
I got a heart, but it ain’t got milage (no milage)
I got to start
Where? With who? They all trash (trash trash)
Even when I ask for nothing, why they always lack?

DEELA’s got a heart, and it’s hurting bad (so bad)
Need some head , a new bag and a couple stacks (I need head)
Pile it up in the bag, need to see that green
Niggas talking so much shit, then go feature me (ha ha)
But I got a heart, and it’s hurting bad
You niggas think I don’t way I diss on tracks
That’s some real hatred that you seeing on your screen
On my worst day, you could never one up me

Never ever, never ever ever ever
Cause, you bitches, you bitches, you bitches couldn’t shit on me
You bitches, you bitches couldn’t shit on me
You just couldn’t shit on me!

I got a heart, and its hurting bad
I need some motherfucking head in here!