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What the fuck is you talking? What you? Ayy bruh Having boom in 8, I ain't-I ain't playing with you I was so rude when you was tryna be a father Always gave you drama, never took the kids to see your mama And I, I know, it's what you tried to do Took so much time from you tripping 'bout the child support Paid 'em, made 'em raise it and you still bought 'em Christmas toys Damn, I just want 'em Putting up with me 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, it's what I'm trying to do Oh you that much, know I owe him that too He ain't the man he s'posed to be 'cause I ain't let him learn from you, damn For walking away when I was yelling in your face Making a scene in broad day because you brought him back late 'Cause you missed him so much you only got him one day, shit It's what I'm trying to do Onе a month because you was working overpaid Littlе child support, I still asked you to buy new Js Only spent a little bit on our baby And know that your support really made a nigga lazy I'm just saying, damn I could've done better SongtexteI know you didn't deserve it, I was thinking 'bout the cheddar I was thinking 'bout that verse saying how you left me For some other broad but I understand it, 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, and I hope, I hope you see it, shit And our son really needs you, damn Damn is motherfucking right And I can't believe all of the shit you did just out of spite I want a, I just want a It's what I'm tryna do, shit Thank you for making me a stronger man and something Too many times you fucking disrespect me in front of my son God, I want to thank you For allowing me to survive this, shit Sorry that I called you, that I wish I didn't mean it I never thought I would live to see the day that you would see it I put up with your shit too many times I swear I wouldn't And did it in front our son even when I get weak and thought I couldn't But, I was taught to never raise my hand up to a woman Should've got my sister to slap you 'cause you deserve a couple good ones You deny the top of my son with this bitch nigga you harbored Let him diss you in front of your kid when you here shitting on his father Know I ain't perfect, I could be a better Dad 'Cause dealing with you helped me find a strength I never thought I had And I wanna, yes I wanna It's what I'm tryna do I only want the best for my son, give me credit Niggas deal was right, maybe I coulda started tryna respect it And I hate this tension building like food in a pot that's brewing Like I'm posed to deal with this nigga on top of the shit you doing Now you motherfucking crazy You think I'mma sit around and let some nigga you let come around ever come between me and my baby? I wanna, yes I wanna For biting off more than you could chew Mom, Dad? Hey little young kid, you should go play with your brothers Go back downstairs where they at, let me finish talking to your mother Go on now, thanks to my son for making me angry The way I had to get up and go find a woman that makes me happy The type of woman that teach him how to love his Momma To help me raise him like a young man and treat his women proper I wanna, yes I wanna It's what you're tryna do, man Hey Bus, you ready to do it to 'em again? Well, it's only right queen Let's show 'em better than we can tell 'em Aus Songtexte Mania