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Lotta shit happens, like, in show business
A lot of shit happens, like, like, I a lot of money, you know
And I'm happy about it
And I'm not bragging, I just say something
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 tell you how much money I made"
You what he'd say? You's a lying motherfucker
Jerome Lewis didn't that much money
Come in here, get your ass out the
Coming with that bullshit, hah

Niggas hating on me, I ain't to that
a couple people wanna shoot for that
I say "No, no, no, chill, it no need for that"
niggas tryna blow they don't need me for that
And if it work for them, well shit, I'm 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 bread them 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 controlling my mind, the are warm
The are cold, the lost is found, I'm found
Lord knows I need something to this void
Lord I need something to fill this void
Lord knows I something to fill this void
Lord knows I need something to fill this

Hell 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 check was coming 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. Huh?
Half You crazy, boy, you crazy. Bitch,
you crazy as fuck. Bitch, bitch, you suck half my dick!

Yeah, I pay taxes, so taxes, shit don't make sense
Where do my dollars go? You see lately, I ain't been
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 I make sure I send
Get spent hirin' some teachers that don't look them
And the curriculum be tricking them, them I spend
Got us learning about the heroes with the of skin
One thing the men that's controlling the pen
That 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 where it's
Some older nigga told me to start
I said "Democracy is too slow"
If I'm givin' y'all hard-earned bread, I wanna know
Better yet, let me decide, bitch, 2018
Let me pick the 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 of some Money-hungry company that make guns
circulate the country And then
wind up in my hood, making clothes
Stray bullet hit a boy with a snotty nose
From the concrete, he was prolly
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 mama
She can't take this shit no more, she him out
On the morning of the funeral, just as she's out
Wiping tears away, grabbing her keys and
She remember that she file her taxes, damn

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