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Inglorius
- Well, Ace ,uh
- It's about that time
- I mean, you're a good kid, just misguided
- Okay, so is there anything else you wanna say before we end this you got
- anything else to say
- 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 fuckin' 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 Day, for twelve years, I cheated
- Told the fuckin' 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 fuck am I thinking?" (What?)
- Birthdays, Christmas, my only fucking wish list
- Was CDs (And a father) and a new fit
- Instead, I got some CDs, inhaler, some Ritalin, some white socks
- I was hyper 'cause I ain'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 gon' be shit (Nigga!)
- 'Cause when I call
- I hope you pick up your phone
- I'd like to talk to you
- I hope you answer
- I hope you answer
- I hope you answer
- I hope you answer
- I hope you answer
- Well I guess I had one, 'cause, nigga, I'm it
- You smell that? (Yeah!) That's the odor of success, bitch
- I know I'm not the only bastard
- In America
- So I'm gon' to need some help, on this next part
- Scream it with me, niggas
- (Fuck you) I'm good
- (Fuck you) I graduated
- (Without you) I'm good
- (Fuck you) I'm good
- (Nigga, 13) I'm good
- (Fuck you) I'm good
- (Got a car, nigga) Fuck you
- (Eat a dick, nigga) Bitch
- 'Cause when I call
- I hope you pick up your phone
- I'd like to talk to you
- I hope you answer
- I hope you answer
- I hope you answer
- I hope you answer
- I hope you answer
- Father's Day was the worst when it came to gifts
- 'Cause I ain't know for who or what the fuck to get
- Now, my mama mentioned the day before what she would like
- 'Cause she's playin' both roles, like her occupation was dyke, fucking right
- I ain't look up to Obama and Nixon (Nope)
- I look up to the Hugos and Dixons (Yup)
- The niggas in the vision, rap about the shit they cooking in the kitchen
- Pushing keys, like them niggas that were banging on them keys
- My father never seen me, the nigga probably Stevie
- He bought me a hoodie, a couple albums
- Like that's gonna make up for the years and the tears
- And the money that my mama spent on rent and clothes
- You fucking dipped out, I swear to God, if I see you I'ma get out
- The M 16 and let a fucking clip out (rah!)
- 'Cause in 16 years, you let your kid doubt the existence, none
- I don't give a fuck either, like father, like son, I'm done
- Suck my fucking dick and swallow this case of nuts
- Ace hates your guts, I'm a selfish fuck
- And I ain't sharing green as if I'm facing blunts
- Frank is out the closet, Hodgy's an alcoholic
- Syd might be bipolar, but fuck it, I couldn't call it
- Supposed to be gone until November but quickly came back in August
- I left two months through September to clearly remember all this
- I would like to tell my grandma, but she's just nostalgic
- I'll call her number
- But she won't answer
- He ain't give a fuck about me
- He ain't give a fuck about you
- He ain't give a fuck about we
- So what the fuck we gon' do?
- [Tyler, the Creator with Hodgy Beats:]
- (Fuck you) I'm good
- (Fuck you) I graduated
- (Without you) I'm good
- (Fuck you) I'm good
- (Nigga, eighteen) I'm good
- (Fuck you) I'm good
- (Got a car, nigga) Fuck you
- (Eat a dick, nigga) Bitch
- The cold is nice, and I'm not talking '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 fuck without them
- How to tie a tie and how to get your suit hemmed
- Up, take it to the shop, then, what?
- Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic, thin fuck
- Luck on my brim, Sup preme keeps me warm
- When the cold blood swarms in my veins, fuck rain in the summer
- The bummer is the fact that I'm black
- And I hang with white Neos whose marrow stays frío
- Now, this counselor is tryna tell me that I'm emo
- She don't give a fuck
- D low, where's the trigger? I'll let this bullet play hero
- Shit
- No, no, fuck that
- Fuck that
- I ain't deserve this
- I'm over it
- Bang!
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