Pride Lyrics

I don't give a damn about pride

Look at yourself, buddy

I don't even go outside

It ain't healthy for me

You ask yourself how you're a piece of shit mother when you provide?

You ain't done nothing for me

Maybe besides a life of lies

And a bunch of loathing

Now I'm lonely but I ain't crying

All my Life was full of whatever object you felt like trying to bludgeon on me

Child support money on top of all your hard-earned money

Six figures and big children, you act like it's nothing

Rare iPhones and nice clothes, you act like you're struggling

New house every time you fight with your feminine husband

Been leeching off of everyone for your benefit

Not even from a richer person you pick on little men

Twiddle your thumbs like how the fuck can I get him again?

Manipulation to get people to think your innocent

Easy when they want you to shut up or oblivious

I'll say yes to stay the fuck out of all the bickering

No further questions or disrespecting I'll say yes and keep it stepping

Won't input my opinion not even listening

Listen bitch

I ain't him so get the fuck out my face

I don't ask you for shit because you always brag and complain

You act like you bend over backwards when you chat with them hacks

They ain't buying it ask for napkin so you dab on the rain

Storm coming and when it does it's like a hurricane

Destroy everything in your path, get the fuck out the way

You be thinking you fly, like you got some baggage to claim

Give a fuck about heavy turbulence I'm crashing this plane

I don't give a damn about pride

Look at yourself, buddy

I don't even go outside

It ain't healthy for me

You ask yourself if you should just roll over and fucking die

Writing your subtle suicide notes

Then show them to your daughter with your high emotions

Get piss drunk and high when you're down and lonely

You guilt tripping disguise it as being open

Manipulation and lies, effeminate

Crying imminent I just despise you and if

You foppish bitch wanna fight you will wind up injured

If you really wanted to squabble it would wind up with you

Buying another fucking bottle of bottom shelf liquor

Tell me how many times I have partnered with ya

Whether acknowledge your presence or just chop it up with ya?

You spit it in my face and try to keep me out of the picture

Give a fuck if I'm with your daughter, we ain't gotta bicker

Give a fuck if I like to fuck her or if I'm a nigger

I'm riding with her, I ain't tryna interrupt your lust Jacosta chill

You always think I'm vying with ya

Then you and grandma decide you keep tryna split us

Then surprise when I stop this shit and declare I am sick of your childish wisdom

I'mma be honest with ya, you're the worst parents I know besides my momma, figure

So scratch discretion

Ain't as bright as your name's suggesting

Different messages, yet you insist on testing it

Skip the threatening bitch

I'll put fists and rhetoric mixed together to assist your flippant question