Inglorious

Inglorious - Tyler, The Creator

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**king

Faggot didn't like me much

He loved my moms enough to

Bust a nut and then he shake Junt

Bring your pops to school today

For twelve years I cheated

Told the f**king 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 f**k am I thinking"

Birthdays Christmas my only f**king

Wishlist was CD's (and a father)

And a new fitted instead I got some CD's

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 niggas with no

Father ain't going to be sh*t

Well I guess I had one because ni**a I'm it

You smell that That's the odor of success b**ch

I know I'm not the only bastard in America

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

Scream it with me niggas

F**k you (I'm good)

F**k you (I graduated)

Without you (I'm good)

F**k you (I'm good)

Ni**a eighteen (I'm good)

F**k you (I'm good)

Got a car ni**a (F**k you)

Eat a dick ni**a b**ch

Father's Day was the worst

When it came to gifts

Cause I ain't know for

Who or what the f**k 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**king right

I ain't look to Obama and Nixon

I look up to the Hugo's and Dixon's

The niggas in the vision rap about

The sh*t they cooking in the kitchen

Pushing keys like them niggas

That were banging on the keys

My father never seen me

The ni**a probably Stevie

He 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 f**king dipped out

I swear to God if I see you

I'm a get out the M-16 and let a f**king clip out

Cause in 16 years

You let your kid down the existence none

I don't give a f**k either like father

Like son I'm done

He ain't give a f**k about me

He ain't give a f**k about you

He ain't give a f**k about we

So what the f**k we going to do

F**k you (I'm good)

F**k you (I graduated)

Without you (I'm good)

F**k you (I'm good)

Ni**a eighteen (I'm good)

F**k you (I'm good)

Got a car ni**a (F**k you)

Eat a dick ni**a b**ch

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**k

Without them

How to tie a tie and how to get your suit hemmed up

Take it to the shop then what

F**k it momma's proud of her asthmatic thin f**k

Luck on my brim Supreme keeps me warm

When the cold blood swarms in my veins

F**k 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 counselor is trying to tell me that I'm emo

She don't give a f**k

D-low where's the trigger I'll let this bullet play hero

Sh*t

Oh now f**k that f**k that

I deserve this

Over it