[VERSE 1]
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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*ck out the way.
You be thinking you fly, like you got some baggage to claim
Give a f*ck about heavy turbulence I'm crashing this plane.
[VERSE 2]
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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*ck if I'm with your daughter, we ain't gotta bicker
Give a f*ck if I like to f*ck 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.