(Chorus)
Don’t make me feel unappreciated
I’m too authentic
I’m unapologetic
I hate feelin’ unappreciated

(Verse 1)
Like I don’t do enough
When I do too much
Bitches only hit you when they need somethin’
N***as hit you when they need somethin’
But nobody ever hit you up like “Yo, you need somethin’?”
Shit, I need somethin’
To delete numbers
Let’s have a clean summer
Let’s bring back Teen Summit
And get the youth involved
These hoes, I used to wanna fuck ‘em all
Now they can’t get me to answer a fuckin’ call
Just ask my dawgs
See Jesus turned water into wine
We took a name and made it wave and even let some Judas shine
And we still don’t get no credit
And we sick of swipin’ debits
And they hate behind my back but when they see me it’s unleaded
I let ‘em gas me, though
Lead into questions they wanna ask me, though
A blueprint to follow but secretly wanna pass me, though
99 problems, with a hundred plays
N***as ain’t give a fuck when I was only gettin’ them a hundred plays
I don’t know you
How much I owe you?
How much I show you?
So how much you owe me?
Just get to know me
I’m done speakin’ timid
I feel like I finally reached my limit
And I love my fuckin’ city and majority of the people in it
But a couple bad apples make the apple pie trash, though
Everybody want a slice, who puttin’ in some cash, though?
I’m just tryna show these youngin’s there’s another path, though
And too much bullshit can turn an angel to an asshole

(Chorus)
Don’t make me feel unappreciated
I’m too authentic
I’m unapologetic
And I meant it if I said it
I hate feelin’ unappreciated
It’s not about attention, it’s more about intentions
I get it, I get it, I get it, I get it
I’m unappreciated
(Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
You on borrowed time
And you can’t borrow mine
So wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
You on borrowed time
And you can’t borrow mine
Stop)
Don’t make me feel unappreciated
I’m too authentic
I’m unapologetic
I hate feelin’ unappreciated

(Verse 2)
I love the love but I get busy sometimes
A child of the night, get caught up in my city sometimes
But whatever I’m doin’ is what I wanna do
So don’t take me livin’ my life as some form of my tryna stunt on you
How’s that possible?
Your selfishness is your obstacle and it’s stoppin’ you
But you online like you unstoppable
N***a times is hard
They get advice from me and I get mine from God then pass it down
Like hand-me-downs, I guess we family now
But it’s like the first time I don’t pick up
They all pack up and they zip up and somehow clique up
Then they build that hoe all up and then stack them bricks up
By the time I call back, damn, they already switched up
They ask for love then question my answer
Don’t question my vision, question your camera
Don’t question the truth, question the panel
‘Cause when you tired of just watchin’, you’ll mentally change your channel
I probably wanna hear yo’ shit
And then you say I need to hear yo’ shit
And when I need to hear yo’ shit, then I’ll never hear yo’ shit
But who am I to say it’s good or bad?
Let’s let the fans decide, all I do is rap
If I would’ve based my whole career on opinions
N***a, I’d probably be finished
And shoutout to the DJs
It’s pretty simple, you bring that heatwave, you get replays
Summer Jam, Radio, The Wave, too
(What the fuck we gotta do? Go sell out a Wave 2?)

I hate feelin’ unappreciated…