Heart

Don't question my heart, don't question my heart Everything my fault, it was supposed

to be yours Wasn't the way you was taught

Done got so good at being blamed, it done turned to an art

Wish I had some way to hang it, cause it's wearing down hard

Fuck being right, I'd point the stainless fo I begin to talk

Told jumpgang ain't no pointing fingers or im cutting em off

I can't quit, cause its niggas doing time all down my timeline

Hoping we ain't forget, calling just to get a piece of something

That they think they miss, sending pictures to em