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Lotta happens, like, being in show business
A lot of happens, like, like, I make a lot of money, you know
And I'm really happy it
And I'm not bragging, I wanna say something
I make a so--- fuck, ridiculous
But wait, wait a minute, a minute
Hey, if my father was alive today, I would go and say
"Dad, I wanna you how much money I made"
You know what he'd say? You's a lying
Jerome Lewis didn't make that money
in here, get your ass out the house
Coming here with bullshit, hah

Niggas hating on me, I used to that
Know a couple people wanna shoot for
I say "No, no, no, chill, it no need for that"
Them niggas tryna blow 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 to do with that
I just sit back on cool and watch my paper
And trip off how much bread them crackers from that

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

Hell boy, I'm a goddamn millionaire now
Hell yeah, nigga, can't tell me shit now, bro, hell 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 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. Half?
Half You crazy, boy, you crazy. Bitch,
you crazy as fuck. Bitch, bitch, you suck half my dick!

Yeah, I pay taxes, so much taxes, shit don't sense
Where do my dollars go? You see lately, I ain't been
I guess they say my dollars to build roads and schools
But my niggas graduate, they ain't got the tools
Maybe 'cause the tax dollars that I sure I send
Get spent hirin' some teachers that don't like them
And the curriculum be tricking them, dollars I spend
Got us learning about the heroes the whitest of skin
One thing about the men controlling the pen
That history, they always seem to white-out they sins
Maybe we'll never see a black man in the White again
I'll write a to the IRS, my pockets get slim
Damn, do I even have a say 'bout it's goin'?
Some nigga told me to start votin'
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 than letting congressman I've never seen
Dictate my money go,
straight into the palms of Money-hungry company that make guns
circulate the country And then
wind up in my hood, bloody clothes
bullet hit a young boy with a snotty nose
From the concrete, he was prolly
Now his body froze and nobody knows what to tell his
He did good at the white man schools his brother
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 morning of the funeral, as she's walking out
Wiping tears away, her keys and sunglasses
She remember she gotta file her taxes, damn

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