Thanks To My Father lyrics

[Verse 1: James' Dodgers] Yo, growing up sucked ass thanks to my damn dad/ kid born with cancer and no damn dad how sad/ tried being in my life but you is just a bother/ looked in the mirror I look like my f*cking father/ my friends ask and I try to just hide you/ I'm pass hate n*gga yo two son's just despise you/ I try to comprehend the lies you tell me/ but my hatred is what ties you/ our relationship is sh*t on a chop stick a pic with me and you in it n*gga just crop it/ stop it I love you like racist love chocolate/ you left more scars then this knife in my pocket/ f*ck you no excuses for your actions all you do is smoke I f*cking hate you with a passion/ hate to see you smile and I hate to see you laughing/ can't wait to see you in that f*cking coffin that you passed in

[Verse 2: Quan] Hey dad what the f*ck what you really do to me/ you got my mind f*cked up jagged off brutally/ blowing loud in my face and told me not to f*cking smoke/ I inhale it now guess who's smoking then/ seriously speaking on a high fact the day you wasn't there I put the world on it's damn back/ you think you strong you think you can really see/ i'll make you go blind Stevie/ dumb enough to think moving was a good choice/ aye dad man you ain't really do sh*t for me/ I can name what you gave me in my whole life/ less then three fingers counting down from two hands

[Verse 3: James' Dodgers] Dad as my logo, a picking up promo/ "I'll come and see you net week" yo ass is just a no show/ smoke weed get drunk with fake promises/ i'll beat you to the ground with rhymes and my dominance/ talk a lot of sh*t and stay c*cky like cutter/ didn't have a dad just depended on my brother/ James' is the second born won't ever be another/ wrap it up and f*ck this game I call it burning rubber

[Verse 4: Quan] When I was born my dad played a little game called/ 'ding dong ditch'/ my mom was a living bell/ my dad tried to play her wrong/ till she caught him like she caught me playing with my other arm/ when I was young my thought he was the ruler/ until he had a dream that I was frozen in a cooler/ no emotions lost new emotions gain/ because the sadness of a boy became the madness of a man/ no man in my life to tell me what its really like/ just burn sh*t kick cats to relax/ like bad breath with tic-tacs that don't match that come in really small packs like/ don't cry now when I cut yo di*k off and feed it to you on the slide on the playground/ aye dad I thought you had my f*cking back/ I'm ya son now here comes the side effect

[Verse 5: James' Dodgers] I'm back on the track with a ax that goes smack/ attack with pro-bats and wack my dad's cat/ a man with burnt stacks could bring yo hurt back/ it's like Whitney and Bobby split the dirt crack/ uh, my dad will say but not mention/ he bought himself a phone but can't afford to pay attention/ just listen its truth its not dissing you can take it personal but I just need my distance/ "hey what's that?" its dad with no since its/ time to be a man and stop yo ho b*tching/ stop quieting just stand and stop sitting/ you claim that you a dog but you resemble from a kitten/ Quan taught me to grow from my mistakes its no sh*t I'mma take/ from you for heavens sake's/ you'll probably over wait for me to come and say/ that I will conversant with you/ to f*cking late uh/ I hope you die with blades in ya eye and wings that make you fly get ripped like tore nigh/ yous a b*tch don't care what I tend to/ the sh*t that I've done don't even care what I been through/ wanna help us out now don't even bother/ I'mma say it one time I don't f*cking have a father... b*tch