Ventilation 2

I guess I'll pick up where I left off Baby mother treat me like the stepdad who stepped off Used to give a fuck now I couldn't give a fuck more If problems that you want imma bring em to your front door The fuck I need to front for? She said you need to spend more time with ya lil man I don't understand I'm doing everything that I can It's seven days in a week and I work eight I said what I said that shit is not up for debate See I don't understand the logic of the situation If he need it I get it without no hesitation I leave work to go to work tell me how that work So all that selfish shit you kicking really sound berserk Is you gone praise me or haze me? I wonder if you speaking for yourself or this baby it's crazy I guess you thinking I got freedom to ball The way you talking make it seem like I don't see him at all Like he don't smile and say da-da when I walk through the door I'm giving you all I got and still you begging for more So you selfish and I'm selfless It seems to me like you would rather me helpless Don't get me wrong I wanna be a better father too But all the shit that bother me don't seem to bother you That other nigga stepped off for three sixty five He wasn't worried if his kid was dead or alive Because he said he was gone do it it was justified How you giving me hell but let a sucka slide? And I'm a great dad you try to make me feel bad Like I'm the one who did away with everything we had You started getting on ya sniper shit Complaining bout my instagram and all types of shit Making something out of nothing you was spicing shit I just liked a pic you acting like I liked the bitch Damn Fuck it, I'm at the end of my wits So when I was writing this it was the edge of the cliff And we could've been the Huxtables But you couldn't get comfortable Or maybe it was all on me I couldn't comfort you I felt I was protecting you and loving you You thinking I'm shady and I don't fuck with you Them tears got to running like a faucet Now to your emotions I'm held hostage Point a finger at me I'm gone point you to the mirror It probably take an era just for you to see your error I gotta break it down just so you can see it clearer Let the beat drown bring your ear drums nearer Same ones who can talk bad about me Be the same ones who can't live without me I told you what it was how you still doubt me In spite of all the good shit you know about me I argue with you hoping that you understand You argue with me hoping that you get a win You talk a lot of shyt when you in ya feelings As long you ain't speaking on me and my children You see why them bitches treated me the way they did You lucky I don't go upside ya fuckin head Even if I failed know I'm a trier One thing I ain't that's a fucking liar You think most of what I say already made up But you already got your mind made up You down play the shit that should be played up And this ain't even half of what I saved up Fuck it already made it through this situation I wanna thank you all for listening to my ventilation