[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Pull up, the fuck is you talkin'?
Man, fuck that nigga, what you? Ayy, bruh
Have him home at eight, I ain't— I ain't even playing with you
Shit
[Verse 1: Rapsody]
I was so rude when you was tryna be a father
Always gave you drama, never took the kids to see your mama and them
I know the best I can is what you tried to do
Took so much time from you, trippin' 'bout the child support
Paid to have 'em raised and then you still bought 'em Christmas toys
Damn, I just wanna, I wanna thank
Puttin' up with me, I always took your joy
And had some sorry-ass nigga playing daddy to your boy
And got mad 'cause you found a good woman, that's fucked up
I know, the best I can is what I'm trying to do
Owe you that much and know I owe him that, too
He ain't the man he supposed to be 'cause I ain't let him learn from you, damn
I wanna thank for walking away when I was yеlling in your face
Making a scene in broad day bеcause you brought him back late
'Cause you missed him so much you only got him one day, shit
The best I can is what I'm trying to do
Once a month 'cause you was working to overpay
A little child support, I still asked you to buy 'em new Js
Only spent a little bit on our baby
I know that your support really made a nigga lazy, I'm just saying, damn
I could've done better
I know you didn't deserve it, I was thinking 'bout the cheddar
I was thinking 'bout adversity and how you left me
For some other broad but I understand that I was crazy
So, you did the best you could
You did the best you can, you still stuck around for good
And I appreciate it, and I hope, I hope you see it, shit
And our son really needs you, damn
Pull up, the fuck is you talkin'?
Man, fuck that nigga, what you? Ayy, bruh
Have him home at eight, I ain't— I ain't even playing with you
Shit
[Verse 1: Rapsody]
I was so rude when you was tryna be a father
Always gave you drama, never took the kids to see your mama and them
I know the best I can is what you tried to do
Took so much time from you, trippin' 'bout the child support
Paid to have 'em raised and then you still bought 'em Christmas toys
Damn, I just wanna, I wanna thank
Puttin' up with me, I always took your joy
And had some sorry-ass nigga playing daddy to your boy
And got mad 'cause you found a good woman, that's fucked up
I know, the best I can is what I'm trying to do
Owe you that much and know I owe him that, too
He ain't the man he supposed to be 'cause I ain't let him learn from you, damn
I wanna thank for walking away when I was yеlling in your face
Making a scene in broad day bеcause you brought him back late
'Cause you missed him so much you only got him one day, shit
The best I can is what I'm trying to do
Once a month 'cause you was working to overpay
A little child support, I still asked you to buy 'em new Js
Only spent a little bit on our baby
I know that your support really made a nigga lazy, I'm just saying, damn
I could've done better
I know you didn't deserve it, I was thinking 'bout the cheddar
I was thinking 'bout adversity and how you left me
For some other broad but I understand that I was crazy
So, you did the best you could
You did the best you can, you still stuck around for good
And I appreciate it, and I hope, I hope you see it, shit
And our son really needs you, damn
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