Inglorious Lyrics - 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 fuck am I thinking" 

Birthdays, Christmas my only fucking 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 shit 

Well I guess I had one because nigga I'm it 

You smell that? That's the odor of success bitch 

Related 

11 Delicious Misheard Lyrics About Food 

Love Stinks, So Here Are 15 Anti-Valentine's Day Songs 

Watch Will Smith perform to iconic song 'Prince Ali' from Aladdin 

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 

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 

Photos 

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 momma mentioned the day before what she would like 

Cause she's playing both roles like her occupation was dyke, fucking 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 shit they cooking in the kitchen 

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys 

My father never seen me, the nigga 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 fucking dipped out, I swear to God if I see you 

I'm a get out the M-16 and let a fucking clip out 

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none 

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, I'm done 

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 going to do? 

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 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 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 Supreme 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 who's nero stays frio 

Now this counselor is trying to 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.. bang