Inglorious - Tyler, the Creator

My father died the day I came outta my mother's hole
And left the burden on my soul until I was old enough
To understand that the f_ckin' faggot didn't like me much
He loved my moms enough to bust a nut and then he shake Junt
Bringin' pops to school today for twelve years I cheated
Told the f_ckin' faculty that he was at a meeting and
Bring that dude to life then he wasn't at the meeting
Made a U-turn on the weather like the f_ck am I thinking
Birthdays, Christmas my only f_cking wishlish was CD's
And a new fitted instead I got some CD's
I hated, some Ritalin, some white socks
I was hyper cause 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 n_ggas with no father ain't go be sh_t
Well I guess I had one because n_gga I'm it
You smell that? That's the odor of success b_tch

I know I'm not the only bastard, in America
So I'm gonna need some help, on this next part, scream it with me n_ggas

F_ck you (I'm good)
F_ck you (I graduated)
Without you (I'm good)
F_ck you (I'm good)
N_gga eighteen (I'm good)
F_ck you (I'm good)
Got a car n_gga (F_ck you)
Eat a d_ck n_gga, b_tch

Father's Day was the worst when it came to gifts
Cause I ain't know for who or what the f_ck to get
Now my momma mentioned the day before she would like
Cause she's playin' both roles like her occupation was dyke, f_ckin' right
I ain't look up to Obama and Nixon, I looked up to the Hugo's and Dixon's
The n_ggas in the vision rap about the sh_t they cookin' in the kitchen
Pushin' keys like them n_ggas that were bangin' on the Keynes
My father never seen me, the n_gga probably Stevie
He bought me hoodie a couple albums
Like that's gonna make up the years and the tears
And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes
You f_ckin' d_cked out, I swear to God if I see you
I'mma get out the M-16 and let a f_ckin' clip out
Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none
I don't give a f_ck either like father like son I'm done

He ain't give a f_ck about me
He ain't give a f_ck about you
He ain't give a f_ck about we
So what the f_ck we gon' do?

F_ck you (I'm good)
F_ck you (I graduated)
Without you (I'm good)
F_ck you (I'm good)
N_gga eighteen (I'm good)
F_ck you (I'm good)
Got a car n_gga (F_ck you)
Eat a d_ck n_gga, b_tch

The cold is nice, and I ain't talkin' 'bout 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 f_ck
Without them, how to tie a tie and how to get your suit hemmed up
Take it to the shop, then what?
F_ck it, mommas proud of her asmatic thin f_ck
Luck on my brim Supreme keeps me warm
When the cold blood swarms in my veins, f_ck rain in the summer
The bummer is the fact that I'm black
And I hang with white neos who's nero stays frio
Now this consulor is tryna tell me that I'm emo, she don't give a f_ck
D-low where's the trigger, I'll let this bullet play hero

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