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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 happy it
And I'm not bragging, I just say something
I a so--- fuck, it's ridiculous
But wait, wait a minute, wait a
Hey, if my father was today, I would go home and say
"Dad, I wanna tell you how much I made"
You know what he'd say? You's a lying
Jerome Lewis didn't make that money
Come in here, get your ass out the
here with that bullshit, hah

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

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

yeah boy, I'm a goddamn millionaire now
Hell yeah, nigga, they can't tell me shit now, bro, hell no, fuck
Bitch, got my first motherfuckin' million check nigga
I'm goddamn lit boy, you as hell
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 I'ma have it, and goddamn, have it for you. Hell,
shit, right. Now, how much was it though? Uh huh. Huh? Half?
Half You crazy, boy, you crazy. Bitch,
you crazy as fuck. Bitch, bitch, you suck half my dick!

Yeah, I pay taxes, so much taxes, shit make 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 barely graduate, they ain't got the
Maybe 'cause the tax dollars I make sure I send
Get spent hirin' some teachers that don't look like
And the be tricking them, them dollars I spend
Got us learning about the heroes with the whitest of
One thing about the men that's the pen
That history, they always seem to white-out they sins
Maybe we'll see a black man in the White House again
I'll write a check to the IRS, my get slim
Damn, do I have a say 'bout where it's goin'?
Some nigga told me to start votin'
I said "Democracy is too slow"
If I'm givin' y'all this bread, I wanna know
Better yet, let me decide, bitch, it's
Let me the things I'm funding from an app on my screen
Better that letting wack congressman I've never seen
where my money go,
straight into the palms of Money-hungry company that make guns
that circulate the And then
up in my hood, making bloody clothes
Stray bullet hit a young boy with a nose
From the concrete, he was prolly
Now his body froze and nobody knows to tell his mother
He did good at the white man schools unlike his
Who was lost in the all day, not using rubbers
So now, he got two on the way
Still sleep on covers in his mama
She can't this shit no more, she want him out
On the morning of the funeral, as she's walking out
Wiping tears away, her keys and sunglasses
She remember that she gotta file her taxes,

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