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**in' f*ggot 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**in' 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** am I thinking
Birthdays, Christmas my only f**ing 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***as with no father ain't go 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
I know I'm not the only ba*tard, in America
So I'm gonna need some help, on this next part, scream it with me n***as
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
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 she would like
Cause she's playin' both roles like her occupation was dyke, f**in' right
I ain't look up to Obama and Nixon, I looked up to the Hugo's and Dixon's
The n***as in the vision rap about the sh** they cookin' in the kitchen
Pushin' keys like them n***as that were bangin' on the Keynes
My father never seen me, the n***a 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**in' dicked out, I swear to God if I see you
I'mma get out the M-16 and let a f**in' clip out
Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none
I don't give a f** either like father like son I'm done
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 gon' do?
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
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**
Without them, how to tie a tie and how to get your suit hemmed up
Take it to the shop, then what?
f** it, mommas proud of her asmatic 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 who's nero stays frio
Now this consulor is tryna 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