Lotta shit happens, like, in show business A lot of shit happens, like, like, I a lot of money, you know And I'm really about it And I'm not bragging, I wanna say something I make a fuck, it's ridiculous But wait, a minute, wait a minute Hey, if my father was today, I would go home and say "Dad, I wanna tell you how money I made" You know what he'd say? You's a motherfucker Jerome Lewis didn't make that much Come in here, get your ass out the Coming here with bullshit, hah
Niggas hating on me, I ain't to that Know a couple people wanna 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, well shit, I'm cool that 'Cause how they feel, I ain't got shit to do that I just sit back on cool and my paper stack And trip off how much bread crackers take from that
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It's been a long time since I have 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 to fill this void Lord I need something to fill this void Lord I need something to fill this void knows I need something 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 up, it's my phone real quick, it's my Unc' Uncle Sam and "What's up Unc'? Yup. Hey, I you that 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, right. Now, how much was it though? 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 taxes, shit don't make sense do my dollars go? You see lately, I ain't been convinced I guess they say my supposed to build roads and schools But my niggas barely graduate, they got the tools Maybe 'cause the tax dollars I make sure I send Get hirin' some teachers that don't look like them And the curriculum be tricking them, them dollars I Got us learning the heroes with the whitest of skin One thing the men that's controlling the pen That write history, they always seem to white-out sins Maybe never 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 where it's goin'? Some nigga told me to start 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 letting wack congressman I've seen where my money go, straight into the palms of Money-hungry company that make guns that the country And then up in my hood, making bloody clothes Stray bullet hit a boy with a snotty nose the concrete, he was prolly rose Now his body and nobody knows what to tell his mother He did at the white man schools unlike his brother Who was in the streets all day, not using 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 of the funeral, just as she's walking out Wiping tears away, her keys and sunglasses She remember that she file her taxes, damn
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