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Lotta shit happens, like, being in show
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 wanna say something
I a so--- fuck, it's ridiculous
But wait, wait a minute, wait a
Hey, if my father was today, I would go home and say
"Dad, I wanna you how much money I made"
You know what he'd You's a lying motherfucker
Lewis didn't make that much money
Come in here, get your ass out the
Coming here 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"
Them niggas blow they don't need me for that
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 much bread them crackers take from

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It's been a long time since I have felt way
something but now, but now
I'm my mind, the days are warm
The nights are cold, the is found, I'm found
Lord knows I something to fill this void
knows I need something to fill this void
Lord knows I need something to this void
Lord I need 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 motherfuckin' million dollar check
I'm goddamn lit boy, you crazy as
Hold up, my phone real quick, it's 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 I'ma have it, and goddamn, have it for you. Hell,
shit, damn right. Now, how was it though? Uh huh. Huh? Half?
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 sense
Where do my dollars go? You see lately, I been convinced
I guess they say my supposed to build roads and schools
But my niggas barely graduate, they ain't got the
Maybe 'cause the tax dollars that I sure I send
Get spent hirin' some teachers don't look like them
And the curriculum be tricking them, them dollars I
Got us about the heroes with the whitest of skin
One thing the men that's controlling the pen
That write history, always seem to white-out they 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 a say 'bout where it's goin'?
Some nigga 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 wack congressman I've never seen
where my money go,
straight the palms of some Money-hungry company that make guns
that the country And then
wind up in my hood, making bloody
bullet 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 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 mama
She can't take this shit no more, she him out
On the of the funeral, just as she's walking out
tears away, grabbing her keys and sunglasses
She remember that she gotta her taxes, damn

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