“You love me, but you vie for attention from other niggas? You love me, but you go to my family functions and start shit with my sisters-in-law? I could go on all fucking day, Milan. You don’t love me. You love how it sounds coming out of ya mouth when you tell bitches you fuck with me. You like all the eyes and parted mouths staring in yo’ direction when you in a nigga’s lap. “I’m sorry you fell in love, I am, but I kept shit real with you, and I won’t feel bad for doing exactly what I told you I was gon’ do.”
