[Intro]
Thank You J.Dilla...

[Interlude-J.Dilla]
Set ya mind free, let ya mind free
That’s the past, don’t remind me

*Clear Throat*

[Verse 1-Unappreciated Jr.]
Set my mind free, let my mind free
He’s the past now, please don’t remind
On my paper it says, “R.I.P” which means “Rap Is Poetry”, said by the one and only Jay-z
At the age of three, I thought Rap was bad for me but come to find out “R.A.P” means “Rhythm And Poetry”
Every time you’re with him, you always ignorin’ me
Lord please help me, set my spirit free
Let my vision guide me and let my rhymes define me
Meaning of Apparently, “As far as one knows or can see”
I got goals, I’m not out here impregnating young girls and forcing them to take a Plan B
Got girls who wannabe Barbie but I want me a sandy
Sayin’ “I love you” is like sayin’ “Bloody Mary”
Don’t come for me, I find that shit very scary, I’m just thinkin’ outside the box
Once again, I’m chillin’ in my T-shirt, sweatpants, and dirty socks
Back then, I use to love ‘em curly now I love ‘em with dreadlocks
Around ten o’clock, I’m outta writing somethin’ deep or up watchin’ some boondocks
Everything’s fine until you came across my mind
Rappin’ about you is fuckin’ up the way I rhyme
Now people gonna assume that I’m hurt all the damn time
Nobody don’t need to know what goes on in that ill mind of mine
Shakin’ in the corner, barley can drink my water
Man...I’m tired of being the fuckin’ performer, for now on ima be in the audience
(spoiler alert!) he’s gonna disown her and she won’t be able to put up with the tolerance
Listen, you's a bitch n***a, no offense n***a
Actually get offended n***a mood on Kendrick n***a
She turn me down for that n***a
How the fuck?!, if I’m the good n***a
Fuck it!, Pull the trigger n***a...

*Gun Go Off*

[Hook]
(Who’s Unappreciated?)

The kid that nobody would ever recognize

(Who’s Unappreciated?)

The kid who tryna get those to realize

(Who’s Unappreciated?)

The kid who tryna get those to open they fuckin’ eyes

(Who’s Unappreciated?)

The kid who’s a hero but at the end of the movie he fuckin’ dies

[Verse 2]
Listen
I’ll treat you like a queen and give you everything
I’m only eighteen sayin’ these type of things
That n***a only wanna fuck
Fuck it, I ain’t really tryna cause no scene
Been tryna make you my girl but you ain’t tryna give me that shot it seem
You call me up whenever you bored
You just really wanna keep me on your string
Wanna talk about my dreams while he’s over there talkin’ about makin’ you scream
I can see the real you when the makeup come off
Know what? You ain’t gotta tell me shit
Act so harsh when I know you’re soft
Love the real, fuck the fake
Make those feel what I feel and tell ‘em that it’s okay to relate
Not a legend yet but I was told that I was great
Don’t ever compare me to that n***a name drake
Cause I Rap with so much faith explaining the things I love and hate
I’m the artist my momma created
When I die, my last words are “N***a I Made It!”

[Hook]
(Who’s Unappreciated?)

The kid that nobody would ever recognize

(Who’s Unappreciated?)

The kid who tryna get those to realize

(Who’s Unappreciated?)

The kid who tryna get those to open they fuckin’ eyes

(Who’s Unappreciated?)

The kid who’s a hero but at the end of the movie he fuckin’ dies