Who am I to You

Ok so does she know? Why does ya shit have to be so blowin up? I dont think I’ve ever been in such a fucked up situation before. One min we mad cool and everything the next I’m in an argument with otha people ova ya shit..and the thing is you wipe ya hands like they clean. I still care bout you and all of course Im not gunna do you like that. BUT I aint gonna beg you to get it together. I’ll let you sit there and think about how much better shit you could have and how little drama you wouldnt have to deal with if it were at my table. So we cool we friends but Im so close to throwing in my towel cuz I’m going on round 3 of this competition...yea I’m kicking ass...but how many more people am I gunna find out are in this ring with me...are you really the greatest victory in this? I’m not the jealous type. I can sit here and pretend were friends. Im not gonna call ha out ha name, bitch you behind ya back...Im so real right now it should scare you! I aint even gunna trip...but I think its funny how she dont know bout me and I didnt know bout ha...who is it that ever1 knows to be ya girl...oh so SHE say. I wonder if you can look me in my face and lie to me knowing that I’m there for you...no matta wat...