Pride Songtext
von Ransom
Pride Songtext
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Where was you niggas when I was under? (Where?)
It′s hard to be peaceful and civil in spite of hunger (Let's go)
Before you make a bad call, nigga, don′t dial the number
I'm tryna be the adult that I needed when I was younger (Woo)
I told my mom dukes I forgive her for bein' absent (Forgive me, mama)
Remember all my friends made fun of her ′
Cause her accent? (′Scuse me, mama)
Never understood the importance of what a dad meant
'Cause mama never spent them couple checks that he last sent (Damn)
Far as that shit is past tense (Past tense)
I changed for the money ′cause I never had sense
Almost seen them pearly gates when I hopped my last fence (Nope)
Now I'm over thirty-eight and wonder where the cash went
You talk about coke, never sold a slab of the raw
Stop askin′ for the ball with zero passion to score (C'mon)
You criticize rap but you never crafted a bar
That′s like talkin' 'bout sex but you can′t unfasten a bra
This shit like crashin′ a car (Skrrt)
Collision course with your vision loss (Yeah)
You could die for nothin' but your livin′ cost
You think the decision's yours? (Really?)
No remorse and it′s in his core (Nah)
It's cold when they lock them prison doors
He froze when I shot, forgive him, Lord (Forgive him)
Bullet holes in every car that I driven off
Regardless, I been a boss, was robbin′ and whippin' raw (Robbin')
Kept them jars in the kitchen drawer (Real)
With revolvers and tinted cars, leave a nigga slumped back
The gun strapped, point at your cranium like a dunce cap
Stand up niggas get hunched back (Blah)
And I don′t really think you want that, I brought the lil′ pump back
I snuck it on stage, how you gon' trump that? (Hahaha)
A different world, what a grimy time, I don′t simulate
I play the game with the sliders, put up the ninety-nine (Game)
It's only right that I finally shine, take it in line to line
And now that I′m eatin', I′m gon' wine and dine (Let's eat)
I speak words that′ll scar you
If it doesn′t evolve you, it should never involve you (Nah)
I'm too clever to argue (Facts), I don′t really speak much
Vision like Cole Sear, I'm just tryna get you to see stuff
If you playin′ games, the shotty liftin' your cleats up (Brrah)
If you namin′ names, you ain't nobody that we trust (Nah)
If your claim to fame is gettin' outta police cuffs (Yeah)
You should save the pain, consider givin′ these streets up
Keep up (Keep up), I′m Dr. Sebi mixed with Makaveli, Pac and Reggie
Noble soldiers but hold the flow as vulgar as Akinyele's (Ayy, man)
I′m like the Lakers when they drop confetti (Word)
A tripod to keep the chopper steady whenever the stock is heavy
Berettas and cockin' semis (Blah), whenever Ran′ appear (Yeah)
A man'll always be judged on how he handles fear (Facts)
It′s clear I'm over your heads just like a chandelier, fans'll cheer
Fucked up the game over the span of years
Shit is too real, man, word
I′m like the godfather to this shit, man, facts
Niggas gotta pay homage
I created this shit, man
If I ain′t create it, I evolved it
Maybe that's just pride talkin′, huh
I mean, as a man, you gon' stand on your pride
But don′t let it stand in the way, word
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Where was you niggas when I was under? (Where?)
It′s hard to be peaceful and civil in spite of hunger (Let's go)
Before you make a bad call, nigga, don′t dial the number
I'm tryna be the adult that I needed when I was younger (Woo)
I told my mom dukes I forgive her for bein' absent (Forgive me, mama)
Remember all my friends made fun of her ′
Cause her accent? (′Scuse me, mama)
Never understood the importance of what a dad meant
'Cause mama never spent them couple checks that he last sent (Damn)
Far as that shit is past tense (Past tense)
I changed for the money ′cause I never had sense
Almost seen them pearly gates when I hopped my last fence (Nope)
Now I'm over thirty-eight and wonder where the cash went
You talk about coke, never sold a slab of the raw
Stop askin′ for the ball with zero passion to score (C'mon)
You criticize rap but you never crafted a bar
That′s like talkin' 'bout sex but you can′t unfasten a bra
This shit like crashin′ a car (Skrrt)
Collision course with your vision loss (Yeah)
You could die for nothin' but your livin′ cost
You think the decision's yours? (Really?)
No remorse and it′s in his core (Nah)
It's cold when they lock them prison doors
He froze when I shot, forgive him, Lord (Forgive him)
Bullet holes in every car that I driven off
Regardless, I been a boss, was robbin′ and whippin' raw (Robbin')
Kept them jars in the kitchen drawer (Real)
With revolvers and tinted cars, leave a nigga slumped back
The gun strapped, point at your cranium like a dunce cap
Stand up niggas get hunched back (Blah)
And I don′t really think you want that, I brought the lil′ pump back
I snuck it on stage, how you gon' trump that? (Hahaha)
A different world, what a grimy time, I don′t simulate
I play the game with the sliders, put up the ninety-nine (Game)
It's only right that I finally shine, take it in line to line
And now that I′m eatin', I′m gon' wine and dine (Let's eat)
I speak words that′ll scar you
If it doesn′t evolve you, it should never involve you (Nah)
I'm too clever to argue (Facts), I don′t really speak much
Vision like Cole Sear, I'm just tryna get you to see stuff
If you playin′ games, the shotty liftin' your cleats up (Brrah)
If you namin′ names, you ain't nobody that we trust (Nah)
If your claim to fame is gettin' outta police cuffs (Yeah)
You should save the pain, consider givin′ these streets up
Keep up (Keep up), I′m Dr. Sebi mixed with Makaveli, Pac and Reggie
Noble soldiers but hold the flow as vulgar as Akinyele's (Ayy, man)
I′m like the Lakers when they drop confetti (Word)
A tripod to keep the chopper steady whenever the stock is heavy
Berettas and cockin' semis (Blah), whenever Ran′ appear (Yeah)
A man'll always be judged on how he handles fear (Facts)
It′s clear I'm over your heads just like a chandelier, fans'll cheer
Fucked up the game over the span of years
Shit is too real, man, word
I′m like the godfather to this shit, man, facts
Niggas gotta pay homage
I created this shit, man
If I ain′t create it, I evolved it
Maybe that's just pride talkin′, huh
I mean, as a man, you gon' stand on your pride
But don′t let it stand in the way, word
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