Tyler, The Creator - Inglorious lyrics

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