[Verse 1]
Yo
My dad left in '84, prolly sniffin' coke with a meth whore
Said, “Back soon,” then ghosted like a broke Ouija board
No hugs, no calls, no alimony
Just a stain on the mattress and a half-eaten ravioli
Mama cried on the couch, I just stared at the floor
Like, “Where the fuck is he goin’?” (To hell, probably more)
I had a G.I. Joe, he had a G.T.A. plan
Left a baby Marshall with a trash bag and no goddamn man
No bedtime story, no catch with the ball
Just learned to rhyme pain like a brick through a wall
Dad's voice? Never heard it
Except in my head, sayin' “You’re worthless”
Thanks for the trauma, you piеce of shit
Now I got bars harder than your dick evеr gets
You taught me abandonment, cool, I learned
Now I leave my demons on fire and let 'em burn, bitch

[Hook]

Nineteen-eighty-fuck-you-4
When you dipped out the door, left my soul on the floor
Nineteen-eighty-suck-my-core
Daddy left, now Shady’s the god of war
I hope your new kid chokes on Legos
While I piss on your gravestone wearin’ Kangols
And I’ll smile with a mic in my palm
Like, “This one's for you, dad” — middle fuckin’ bomb
[Verse 2]
I got abandonment issues with beats I abuse
Every time I rap, it’s a therapy noose
Y’all want the truth? I was nine with a screw loose
Paintin’ devil faces on my juice boxes and school shoes
Mama said, “Be like your dad” — so I vanished
Except I came back with a vengeance and damage
He left me a legacy of rage and bad credit
So I turned pain into plaques — now regret it
I hope your spine slips while you fix your hair
In the mirror, see my face screamin’, “I don’t care!”
You could die in a ditch while your soul detaches
I’d still spit sixteen bars on your ashes
Never needed you, never missed ya
Just another sperm donor in my scripture
Now every album’s a shovel, I dig ya deeper
You made Slim — now reap the feature, bitch

[Hook]
Nineteen-eighty-fuck-you-4
Thanks for the silence, the wounds, the war
Nineteen-eighty-leave-me-more
You broke me in half, now I break the floor
I made pain look platinum, thanks to you
You were my blueprint for what not to do
So when I win, and they call me insane
I just smile and say — blame his name
[Outro]
He ain't dead...
But he might as well be
And if he is?
Good