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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 say something
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 know he'd say? You's a lying motherfucker
Jerome Lewis didn't make that much
Come in here, get ass out the house
Coming here with bullshit, hah

Niggas on me, I ain't used to that
Know a couple people shoot for that
I say "No, no, no, chill, it ain't no 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 they feel, I got shit to do with that
I just sit back on and watch my paper stack
And trip off how much bread them crackers take that

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

yeah boy, I'm a goddamn millionaire now
Hell yeah, nigga, they can't tell me now, bro, hell no, fuck that
Bitch, got my first motherfuckin' million check nigga
I'm goddamn lit boy, you crazy as
Hold up, it's my phone real quick, my Unc'
Sam and shit
"What's up Unc'? Yup. Hey, I told you that was coming in,
I when it came 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?
Half 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 go? You see lately, I ain't been convinced
I guess they say my dollars supposed to build roads and
But my niggas graduate, they ain't got the tools
Maybe 'cause the tax that I make sure I send
Get spent hirin' some teachers that look like them
And the curriculum be tricking them, them dollars I
Got us learning about the heroes with the of skin
One thing the men that's controlling the pen
write history, they always seem to white-out they sins
Maybe we'll never see a black man in the House again
I'll write a check to the IRS, my get slim
Damn, do I even have a say 'bout it's goin'?
Some older nigga told me to votin'
I "Democracy is too fuckin' slow"
If I'm givin' y'all this bread, I wanna know
Better yet, let me decide, bitch, it's
Let me pick the I'm funding from an app on my screen
Better that than 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 boy with a snotty nose
From the concrete, he was rose
Now his body froze and nobody knows what to tell his
He did good at the white man schools unlike his
Who was lost in the streets all day, not rubbers
So now, he got two on the way
sleep on covers in his mama house
She can't take 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 that she gotta file her taxes, damn

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