How am i suppose to love someone who doesn’t want to admit that i love them? How am i suppose to let them know that i cant make this work without them believing in someone other than themselves?
If i could love as much as some hate then i could fill the world with the feelings i ate, and maybe then only could i rhyme this song so well, that you people could find someone else.
If you could just try to figya me out, try to jigger the killers, throw up that middle finga, call me an ni**a, and sip liquor fast then the hip sicker, pip licker on the corner of ya flick tippa, mix bigga, on topa a hilla, and then you can figya me out.
— Freestyle for Days By Yours Truly
