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

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

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

Hell boy, I'm a goddamn millionaire now
Hell yeah, nigga, can't tell me shit now, bro, hell no, fuck that
Bitch, got my first million dollar check nigga
I'm goddamn lit boy, you crazy as
Hold up, my phone real quick, it's my Unc'
Uncle Sam and
"What's up Unc'? Yup. Hey, I told you that check was in,
I gotchu when it in. Goddamn, I'm a man of my word. Goddamn,
I told you 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 sense
Where do my dollars go? You see lately, I been convinced
I they say my dollars supposed to build roads and schools
But my niggas graduate, they ain't got the tools
Maybe 'cause the tax dollars that I make sure I
Get hirin' some teachers that don't look like them
And the be tricking them, them dollars I spend
Got us learning about the heroes with the whitest of
One thing the men that's controlling the pen
That write history, they always seem to white-out sins
Maybe we'll never see a black man in the White again
I'll a check to the IRS, my pockets get slim
Damn, do I even have a say 'bout it's goin'?
Some older nigga me to start votin'
I said "Democracy is too slow"
If I'm givin' y'all hard-earned bread, I wanna know
yet, let me decide, bitch, it's 2018
Let me pick the I'm funding from an app on my screen
Better that than letting wack congressman never seen
where my money go,
straight into the palms of some Money-hungry company make guns
that circulate the And then
wind up in my hood, making clothes
bullet hit a young boy with a snotty nose
From the concrete, he was rose
Now his body froze and nobody knows what to his mother
He did good at the man schools unlike his brother
Who was lost in the streets all day, not rubbers
So now, he got two on the way
Still sleep on covers in his house
She can't this shit no more, she want him out
On the morning of the funeral, just as she's out
tears away, grabbing her keys and sunglasses
She remember that she file her taxes, damn

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