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letra de pride - ascidzz

[woman:]

i wasn’t asking nothing of you!
your father wasn’t contributing a d-mn thing!
but the reality is, as the week went on, and that stuff happened i realized despues does not deserve anything from me! i gave him life!
and the bottom line, is instead you want to pump your chest out like you’re a man, you do feel some kind of way

i don’t deserve what you’ve given me

[chorus:]

i don’t give a d-mn about pride
look at yourself, buddy

i don’t even go outside
it ain’t healthy for me

[verse 1:]

you ask yourself how you’re a piece of sh-t 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 b-tch
i ain’t him so get the f-ck out my face
i don’t ask you for sh-t 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

[man:]

i’m not gonna be here to pamper you, by your clothes, buy your sneakers, buy your sh-t, take you to doctor appointments when you’re f-cking and you’re sleeping over there, and i’m not gonna wait for you to come home pregnant, no, if you’re ready to live that life — if you’re in love, and you truly feel that’s your happiness — then go

[chorus:]

i don’t give a d-mn about pride
look at yourself, buddy

i don’t even go outside
it ain’t healthy for me

[verse 2:]

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 p-ss 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 b-tch 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 n-gg-
i’m riding with her, i ain’t tryna interrupt your l-st 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 sh-t 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 b-tch
i’ll put fists and rhetoric mixed together to -ssist your flippant question

[man:]

when you have a child, you’re gonna understand what i’m saying. you’re gonna f-cking wake up one day when you have a kid and see, “oh my god, i thought my dad was an -sshole, but now i finally understand — it’s not because he’s mean, it’s because it’s love.”

i don’t hate you, and i don’t hate him. i hate the way he is, and i hate the way he acts. i don’t know the way he takes care of you, but if he wants to take care of you, let him do it 100%, because he ain’t doing it now. yeah, he walks you home, yippie ki-yay. he walks you home you’re f-cking late. he don’t walk you home on time, he don’t bring you here when you need to be here. you understand? i don’t need to compete with des, i am your dad. if it’s a compet-tion, i’m not going to compete. go. i love the f-ck out of you, but i’m not competing because it hurts me more when you choose him over me. that’s what hurts me the f-cking most

- ascidzz

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