Pride

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