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quan - thanks to my father lyrics

[verse 1: james’ dodgers] yo, growing up sucked -ss thanks to my d-mn dad/ kid born with cancer and no d-mn 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 p-ss 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 p-ssion/ 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 p-ssed 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 d-mn 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 -ss 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 d-ck 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

- quan lyrics

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