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Lotta shit happens, like, being in show
A lot of happens, like, like, I make a lot of money, you know
And I'm happy about it
And I'm not bragging, I just wanna say
I make a fuck, it's ridiculous
But wait, a minute, wait a minute
Hey, if my was alive today, I would go home and say
"Dad, I wanna tell you how much I made"
You know what he'd You's a lying motherfucker
Jerome Lewis didn't make that money
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 shoot for that
I say "No, no, no, chill, it ain't no for that"
Them niggas tryna blow they don't need me for
And if it work for them, well shit, I'm cool with
how they feel, I ain't got shit to do with that
I just sit back on and watch my paper stack
And trip off how bread them crackers take from that

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It's been a long time since I have felt 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 I need something to fill this void
knows I need something to fill this void
Lord knows I need something to this void
Lord knows I need something to this void

Hell yeah boy, I'm a millionaire now
Hell yeah, nigga, they can't tell me shit now, bro, no, fuck that
Bitch, got my first motherfuckin' million check nigga
I'm lit boy, you crazy as hell
Hold up, it's my phone real quick, it's my
Sam and shit
"What's up Unc'? Yup. Hey, I you that check was coming in,
I gotchu it came in. Goddamn, I'm a man of my word. Goddamn,
I you I'ma 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 better suck my dick!

Yeah, I pay taxes, so much taxes, shit don't make
Where do my go? You see lately, I ain't been convinced
I guess they say my supposed to build roads and schools
But my niggas graduate, they ain't got the tools
Maybe the tax dollars that I make sure I send
Get spent hirin' some teachers that don't look like
And the curriculum be tricking them, them dollars I
Got us learning the heroes with the whitest of skin
One about the men that's controlling the pen
That write history, they always seem to they sins
Maybe we'll see a black man in the White House again
I'll write a to the IRS, my pockets 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
that than letting wack congressman I've never seen
Dictate my money go,
straight into the palms of Money-hungry company that make guns
that circulate the And then
wind up in my hood, bloody clothes
Stray bullet hit a young boy a snotty nose
From the concrete, he was prolly
Now his froze and nobody knows what 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 in his mama house
She can't this shit no more, she want him out
On the of the funeral, just as she's walking out
tears away, grabbing her keys and sunglasses
She remember she gotta file her taxes, damn

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