Busta Rhymes Best I Can
[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Pull up, the f..ck is you talkin'?
Man, f..ck 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 f..cked 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
[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
Damn is motherfuckin' right
And I can't believe all of the shit you did just out of spite
I wanna, I just wanna
The best I can is what I'm tryna do, shit
Thank you for making me a stronger man than some
Too many times you f..cking disrespect me in front of my son
God, I want to thank you (I wanna thank)
For allowing me to survive this, shit
Sorry 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, but many times, I swore I wouldn't
And did it for our son even when I get weak and thought I really 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 denied me time with my son with this bitch nigga you harbored
You 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
And dealin' with you helped me find a strength I never thought I had
And I wanna, yes I wanna
The best I can is what I'm tryna do
I only want the best for my son, give me credit
A nigga 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'ma sit around and let some nigga you brought around ever come between me and my baby?
I wanna, yes I wanna (The best I can)
For biting off more than you could chew (Mom, dad?)
Hey, little young king, you should go play with your brothers
Go back downstairs where they at, let me finish talking to your mother
Go on now, thanks for my son and making me angry
To where I had to get up and go find a woman that makes me happy
The type of woman that helps me teach him how to love his mama
And help me raise him as a young man that'll treat his woman proper
I wanna, yes I wanna
The best I can is all I'm tryna do, damn
[Outro: Mariah Carey & Busta Rhymes]
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