[Intro]

(Text message sounds)

(Message opens)

I was just like

[Verse 1]

Holdin’ your hand the other day

Wishin’ you would’ve just stayed

But fuck you, you was never in my life

You were a dad until i turned like 5

You never taught me how to fly a kite

You never taught me how to ride a bike

My great grandpa did and that’s for sure

And even then, that retard kicked the curb

So fuck him and fuck you too

I don’t wanna turn out to be like you

Pushin’ 50 with no house

Pushin’ 50 with no life

Pushin’ 50 in a drought

Pushin’ 50 with no wife

Every holiday no contact

Not even happy birthday

What’s wrong with that?

You think i brag about havin’ a deadbeat dad?

No, everyday it fuckin’ makes me sad

And it makes me mad

To think about the things we had

Fuckin’ wannabe soundcloud rapper

I hope it’s honestly what you’re goin’ after

I made more views in a minute than you

Than your entire life

Fuck yo career, you’re obviously blind

You meant somethin’ to me

I defended you on every level

Now let's talk about how you accuse me

Of worshippin’ the Devil

Man, fuck you!

Let's talk about how your most streamed is botted

And when i do good, you’re jealous when i got it

Them teeth are rotten, you did enough drugs

You’d think the walls are talkin’

Beatin’ and cheatin’ on my fuckin’ mom

You couldn’t even see the fuckin’ reasons

Why you was in the wrong

Sing this song

Mothafucka sing along

I just needed someone to talk to

Someone real

You a bad example for me

Fuck them pills

You use God as an excuse

To hide your issues

Sayin’ you believe in him

Ain’t gonna fix what’s wrong witchu

When is gonna hit you?

A kid has to fuckin’ bitch you

Around so you can finally understand

The rules to becomin’ a real man

You livin’ off your moms couch

So when she dies

You can inherent her house

You think you the next Shady

You either relapsed or you’re crazy

You act like a 5 year old

Throwing fuckin’ fits

Well guess what, dad?

You’re a fuckin’ bitch!

[Verse 2]

Cuss out my lil’ sister on her birthday

Fuck you, you fuckin’ deserve pain

Said you’re gonna block me

Mothafucka block me!

I don’t care if you die

I won’t let your spirit haunt me

Raised in filth, for you, i had faith

Now you’re gonna get out of my face?

Everyday it’s always a need to fuckin’ go

Bitch, you about to reap what you sow

I just needed guidance

And apparently you couldn’t find it

You the reason why we broke

Gambled our rent money in a another city

Just so you can hop on Spotify and be shitty

Why the fuck didn’t i altleast get a hi

Before you lied, mothafucka die

You couldn’t even say goodbye

You fucked my life

Now, whatchu you gonna do when you see me with a knife?

Skin mutilated, wrist cut open

Maybe if i had a dad, i wouldn’t be this broken

Maybe, just maybe, i wouldn’t be here always hopin’

I’m beyond repair, just wait

Wait until you walk in on me on that day

I will be there, i hope and pray

That then, you’ll have the nerve to say

“I’m Sorry”

[Verse 3]

But i guess that’ll never happen

Every song by you, boy, i know you cappin’

It’s like tryna clean the ocean with a napkin

It ain’t gon’ happen

Call it wraps, quit it dad, and stop the rappin’

I guess that rock made you dumb

Yo IQ was high now you a fuckin’ bum

You can’t afford a house in the slums

Spend yo money on fake chains but no guns

Go hit a lick and maybe get up yo funds

If you was really about that life, go be a thug

Obviously that Eminem life ain’t workin’ out

Be productive, but i know, you don’t give a fuck

I seen that GoFund me, where's yo money at?

Where’s all these racks, bands and cash in yo Pontiac?

What dumb mothafucker told you to rap and don’t look back?

I guess, he was too high on meth while you was on crack

You ain’t no mothafucking gangster, you’re a joke

You did street drugs, you couldn’t afford no coke

Can’t pay child support, you’re too fuckin’ broke

Yet you’re braggin’ about the cash you apparently done blowed

Consider this, a diss, or a text message sent, it won’t miss

I’m more than a man than you’ll ever be, bitch

Ask Jessica if she remembers me in her memory, remind her I’m not her kid

I’m proud of my mom and who i was raised by

You’re proud of your songs that couldn’t get no daylight

Fuck you, you fuckin' punk

(Yea

MidKnyte)

[Outro: Robert Walliser AKA Rob Goddi]

I started music, uh-, when i was about 12 years old

Uhm-, ‘cause my stepdad, uhm-

The one who raised me, uh-, disciplined me

Taught me how to be a man, pretty much, uh-

At t-that time at my life

He died from leukemia, so, uh-

I had to play the role of daddy, uh-, for my two older brothers, uhm-

So i kinda jumped out there, uhm-

Started hanging out in gangs and stuff like that, uhm-

Street life, uhm-

To fill the voice because, uh-, i just lost, pretty much my dad

You know what i mean?

(You know what i mean, you know what i mean, you know what i mean)