Lotta shit happens, like, in show business A lot of shit happens, like, like, I make a lot of money, you And I'm really happy it And I'm not bragging, I just wanna say I a so--- fuck, it's ridiculous But wait, wait a minute, a minute Hey, if my was alive today, I would go home and say "Dad, I wanna tell you how money I made" You know what he'd say? a lying motherfucker Lewis didn't make that much money Come in here, get ass out the house here with that bullshit, hah
Niggas hating on me, I ain't used to Know a people wanna shoot for that I say "No, no, no, chill, it no need for that" Them niggas tryna 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 shit to do that I just sit back on cool and watch my stack And trip off how much them crackers take from that
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It's been a long time I have felt 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 need to fill this void Lord I need something to fill this void knows I need something to fill this void Lord knows I need to fill this void
Hell yeah boy, I'm a goddamn now Hell yeah, nigga, they can't tell me shit now, bro, hell no, that Bitch, got my first motherfuckin' dollar check nigga I'm goddamn lit boy, you as hell Hold up, it's my phone quick, it's my Unc' Sam and shit "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 I'ma it, and goddamn, I'ma have it for you. Hell, shit, damn right. Now, how much was it Uh huh. 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, don't make sense Where do my dollars go? You see lately, I ain't been I they say my dollars supposed to build roads and schools But my niggas barely graduate, they got the tools Maybe 'cause the tax dollars that I sure I send Get spent hirin' some teachers don't look like them And the curriculum be them, them dollars I spend Got us learning about the with the whitest of skin One about the men that's 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 a check to the IRS, my pockets get slim Damn, do I even have a say 'bout where it's Some older nigga told me to votin' I "Democracy is too fuckin' slow" If I'm y'all this hard-earned bread, I wanna know Better yet, let me decide, bitch, it's Let me pick the things I'm funding an app on my screen Better that than letting wack I've never seen where my money go, straight the palms of some Money-hungry company that make guns that the country And then wind up in my hood, bloody clothes Stray bullet hit a young boy with a nose From the concrete, he was prolly Now his body froze and nobody knows what to tell his He did good at the white man unlike his brother Who was in the streets all day, not using rubbers So now, he got two on the way Still sleep on 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 that she gotta file her taxes, damn
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