[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 f**ing f*ggot didn't like me much He loved my moms enough to bust a nut and then he shake Junt Bring your pops to school day for twelve years I cheated Told the f**ing 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 way there like "the f** am I thinking" Birthdays, Christmas my only f**ing wishlist was CDs (and a father) And a new fitted instead I got some CDs I 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 n***as with no father ain't going to be sh** Well I guess I had one because n***a I'm it You smell that? That's the odor of success b**h [Interlude] I know I'm not the only ba*tard in America So I'm going to need some help, on this next part Scream it with me n***as [Hook] f** you (I'm good) f** you (I graduated) Without you (I'm good) f** you (I'm good) n***a eighteen (I'm good) f** you (I'm good) Got a car n***a (f** you) Eat a dick n***a, b**h [Verse 2] Father's Day was the worst when it came to gifts Cause I ain't know for who or what the f** to get Now my momma mentioned the day before what she would like Cause she's playing both roles like her occupation was dyke, f**ing right
I ain't look up to Obama and Nixon, I look up to the Hugos and Dixons The n***as in the vision rap about the sh** they cooking in the kitchen Pushing keys like them n***as that were banging on the keys My father never seen me, the n***a probably Stevie He bought me a hoodie, a couple albums Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes You f**ing dipped out, I swear to God if I see you I'm a get out the M-16 and let a f**ing clip out Cause in 16 years, you let your kid doubt the existence, none I don't give a f** either like father, like son, I'm done [Hodgy Beats] He ain't give a f** about me He ain't give a f** about you He ain't give a f** about we So what the f** 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 f** Without them, how to tie a tie and how to get your suit hemmed up Take it to the shop, then what? f** it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin f** Luck on my brim Supreme keeps me warm When the cold blood swarms in my veins, f** rain in the summer The bummer is the fact that I'm black And I hang with white Neos whose marrow stays frio Now this counselor is trying to tell me that I'm emo, she don't give a f** D-low where's the trigger, I'll let this bullet play hero.. bang