Inglorious

[Verse 1]My father died the day

I came out of my mother's hole

And left a burden on my soul until

I was old enough

To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much

He loved my moms enough to bust a nut and then he shake

JuntBring your pops to school today for twelve years

I cheatedTold the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

Bring that dude to life day, he wasn't at the meeting

Made a U-turn on the weather like "the fuck am I thinking"

Birthdays,

Christmas my only fucking wishlist was

CD's (and a father)

And a new fitted instead

I got some

CD'sI hated some

Ritalin, some white socks

I was hyper because

I didn't get attention from my real pops

Cops say I'm supposed to be in jail but they don't know it's me

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

Well I guess

I had one because nigga

I'm itYou smell that?

That's the odor of success bitch[Interlude]

I know I'm not the only bastard in

AmericaSo

I'm going to need some help, on this next part

Scream it with me niggas[Hook]

Fuck you (I'm good)

Fuck you (I graduated)

Without you (I'm good)

Fuck you (I'm good)

Nigga eighteen (I'm good)

Fuck you (I'm good)

Got a car nigga (Fuck you)

Eat a dick nigga, bitch[Verse 2]

Father's Day was the worst when it came to gifts

Cause I ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

Now my momma mentioned the day before what she would like

Cause she's playing both roles like her occupation was dyke, fucking right

I ain't look to

Obama and

Nixon, I look up to the

Hugo's and

Dixon'sThe niggas in the vision rap about the shit they cooking in the kitchen

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

My father never seen me, the nigga probably

StevieHe bought me a hoodie, a couple albums

Like that's going to make up the years and the tears

And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes

You fucking dipped out,

I swear to

God if I see you

I'm a get out the

M-16 and let a fucking clip out

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son,

I'm done[Hodgy Beats]

He ain't give a fuck about me

He ain't give a fuck about you

He ain't give a fuck about we

So what the fuck we going to do?[Hook][Verse 3]

The cold is nice, and

I'm not talking about the weather

The skin is thick, no need for leather, your father called

He said you're better without him,

I'm not the only fuck

Without them, how to tie a tie and how to get your suit hemmed up

Take it to the shop, then what?

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

Luck on my brim

Supreme keeps me warm

When the cold blood swarms in my veins, fuck rain in the summer

The bummer is the fact that

I'm blackAnd

I hang with white neos who's nero stays frio

Now this counselor is trying to tell me that

I'm emo, she don't give a fuck

D-low where's the trigger,

I'll let this bullet play hero