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Lotta happens, like, being in show business
A lot of shit happens, like, like, I make a lot of money, you
And I'm happy about it
And I'm not bragging, I just wanna say
I make a so--- fuck, ridiculous
But wait, wait a minute, wait a
Hey, if my father was alive today, I would go and say
"Dad, I wanna you how much money I made"
You know what he'd You's a lying motherfucker
Jerome Lewis didn't make that money
Come in here, get ass out the house
Coming with that bullshit, hah

Niggas hating on me, I ain't to that
Know a couple people wanna shoot for
I say "No, no, no, chill, it no need for that"
Them niggas tryna blow they need me for that
And if it work for them, shit, I'm cool with that
'Cause how they feel, I ain't got shit to do that
I just sit on cool and watch my paper stack
And trip off how much bread them crackers take from

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It's been a long time since I have this way
About but now, but now
I'm my mind, the days are warm
The nights are cold, the is found, I'm found
Lord knows I something to fill this void
Lord I need something to fill this void
knows I need something to fill this void
Lord knows I need something to fill void

yeah boy, I'm a goddamn millionaire now
Hell yeah, nigga, they can't me shit now, bro, hell no, fuck that
Bitch, got my motherfuckin' million dollar check nigga
I'm goddamn lit boy, you as hell
Hold up, it's my phone real quick, my Unc'
Uncle Sam and
"What's up Yup. Hey, I told you that check was coming in,
I gotchu it came in. Goddamn, I'm a man of my word. Goddamn,
I you I'ma have it, and goddamn, I'ma have it for you. Hell,
shit, damn right. Now, how much was it though? Uh huh. Half?
nigga? You crazy, boy, you crazy. Bitch,
you crazy as fuck. Bitch, bitch, you better half my dick!

Yeah, I pay taxes, so much taxes, shit don't make
Where do my dollars go? You see lately, I been convinced
I guess say my dollars supposed to build roads and schools
But my barely graduate, they ain't got the tools
Maybe 'cause the tax dollars that I make sure I
Get spent hirin' some teachers that don't like them
And the curriculum be tricking them, them dollars I
Got us learning about the heroes with the whitest of
One thing about the men controlling the pen
That write history, always seem to white-out they sins
Maybe we'll see a black man in the White House again
I'll write a to the IRS, my pockets get slim
Damn, do I even have a say where it's goin'?
Some older nigga told me to votin'
I said "Democracy is too slow"
If I'm givin' this hard-earned bread, I wanna know
Better yet, let me decide, bitch, it's
Let me pick the things I'm funding from an app on my
Better that than letting congressman I've never seen
where my money go,
straight into the of some Money-hungry company that make guns
that circulate the country And
wind up in my hood, bloody clothes
Stray bullet hit a young boy with a nose
From the concrete, he was rose
Now his body froze and nobody knows what to his mother
He did good at the white man schools unlike his
Who was lost in the streets all day, not using
So now, he got two on the way
sleep on covers in his mama house
She can't take this shit no more, she him out
On the morning of the funeral, as she's walking out
Wiping tears away, her keys and sunglasses
She remember that she file her taxes, damn

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