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Lotta shit happens, like, being in 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 wanna say something
I make a so--- fuck, it's
But wait, a minute, wait a minute
Hey, if my father was alive today, I go home and say
"Dad, I wanna tell you how much I made"
You know what he'd You's a lying motherfucker
Lewis didn't make that much money
Come in here, get ass out the house
here with that bullshit, hah

Niggas hating on me, I used to that
Know a couple people wanna for that
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 with
how they feel, I ain't got shit to do with that
I just sit on cool 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 felt this way
something 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
knows I need 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 shit now, bro, hell no, that
Bitch, got my first motherfuckin' dollar check nigga
I'm goddamn lit boy, you crazy as
Hold up, my phone real quick, it's my Unc'
Uncle Sam and
"What's up Unc'? Yup. Hey, I told you that was coming in,
I gotchu 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?
Half You crazy, boy, you crazy. Bitch,
you as fuck. Bitch, bitch, you better suck half my dick!

Yeah, I pay taxes, so much taxes, don't make sense
Where do my dollars go? You see lately, I ain't been
I guess they say my dollars supposed to roads and schools
But my niggas barely graduate, they ain't got the
Maybe 'cause the tax dollars that I make sure I
Get spent hirin' some teachers don't look like them
And the curriculum be tricking them, dollars I spend
Got us learning about the heroes the whitest of skin
One about the men that's controlling the pen
write history, they always seem to white-out they sins
Maybe we'll see a black man in the White House again
I'll write a check to the IRS, my get slim
Damn, do I even have a say 'bout where it's
Some nigga told me to start votin'
I said "Democracy is too slow"
If I'm givin' y'all this hard-earned bread, I know
Better yet, let me decide, bitch, it's
Let me pick the things I'm from an app on my screen
Better that than letting wack I've never seen
Dictate where my 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 boy with a snotty nose
From the concrete, he was prolly
Now his body froze and nobody knows what to 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 on covers in his mama house
She can't take this shit no more, she him out
On the morning of the funeral, just as walking out
Wiping tears away, grabbing her and sunglasses
She remember that she gotta her taxes, damn

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