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

Niggas hating on me, I ain't to that
Know a people wanna shoot for that
I say "No, no, no, chill, it ain't no for that"
niggas tryna blow they don't need me for that
And if it work for them, well shit, I'm cool with
'Cause how they feel, I got shit to do with that
I just sit back on cool and watch my stack
And trip off how bread them crackers take from that

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

Hell yeah boy, I'm a goddamn now
Hell yeah, nigga, they can't tell me now, bro, hell no, fuck that
Bitch, got my first motherfuckin' million dollar check
I'm goddamn lit boy, you crazy as
Hold up, it's my phone quick, it's my Unc'
Uncle Sam and
"What's up Unc'? Yup. Hey, I told you that check was 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 much was it Uh huh. Huh? Half?
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 go? You see lately, I ain't been convinced
I guess they say my dollars supposed to build and schools
But my niggas graduate, they ain't got the tools
Maybe 'cause the tax dollars I make sure I send
Get spent hirin' some teachers don't look like them
And the be tricking them, them dollars I spend
Got us learning about the 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 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 a say 'bout where it's goin'?
Some older nigga told me to votin'
I "Democracy is too fuckin' slow"
If I'm givin' y'all hard-earned 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 wack congressman I've never seen
Dictate where my go,
straight into the palms of Money-hungry company that make guns
circulate the country And then
wind up in my hood, making clothes
Stray bullet hit a young boy with a nose
From the concrete, he was prolly
Now his body froze and nobody knows to tell his mother
He did good at the man schools unlike his brother
Who was lost in the streets all day, not rubbers
So now, he got two on the way
Still sleep on in his mama house
She take this shit no more, she want him out
On the of the funeral, just as she's walking out
Wiping away, grabbing her keys and sunglasses
She that she gotta file her taxes, damn

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