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Lotta shit happens, like, in show 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 wanna say
I make a so--- fuck, it's
But wait, a minute, wait a minute
Hey, if my father was alive today, I would go and say
"Dad, I tell you how much money I made"
You know what he'd say? You's a lying
Jerome Lewis make that much money
Come in here, get ass out the house
here with that bullshit, hah

Niggas hating on me, I ain't to that
Know a couple 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 with
I just sit back on cool and watch my stack
And trip off how bread them crackers take from that

(Whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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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 I need something to fill this void
Lord knows I need something to fill void
Lord knows I something to fill this void

Hell boy, I'm a goddamn millionaire now
Hell yeah, nigga, they can't tell me shit now, bro, hell no, that
Bitch, got my first million dollar check nigga
I'm goddamn lit boy, you crazy as
Hold up, it's my real quick, it's my Unc'
Sam and shit
"What's up Yup. Hey, I told you that check was coming in,
I gotchu when it 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?
nigga? 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 been convinced
I they say my dollars supposed to build roads and schools
But my niggas barely graduate, they got the tools
Maybe 'cause the tax dollars that I make sure I
Get spent hirin' some teachers that don't look like
And the curriculum be them, them dollars I spend
Got us learning about the heroes the whitest of skin
One thing about the men controlling the pen
That write history, they always seem to white-out sins
Maybe we'll never see a black man in the White House
write a check to the IRS, my pockets get slim
Damn, do I even have a say 'bout where goin'?
Some older told me to start votin'
I said "Democracy is too slow"
If I'm givin' this hard-earned bread, I wanna know
yet, let me decide, bitch, it's 2018
Let me the things I'm funding from an app on my screen
Better that than letting wack congressman I've never
Dictate my money go,
straight into the palms of some Money-hungry company make guns
circulate the country And then
wind up in my hood, bloody clothes
Stray hit a young boy with 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 his brother
Who was lost in the streets all day, not using
So now, he got two on the way
Still sleep on covers in his mama
She can't take shit no more, she want him out
On the morning of the funeral, as she's walking out
Wiping tears away, grabbing her and sunglasses
She remember that she gotta her taxes, damn

(Whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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