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Lotta shit happens, like, being in show
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 fuck, it's ridiculous
But wait, a minute, wait a minute
Hey, if my was alive today, I would go home and say
"Dad, I wanna tell you how money I made"
You what he'd say? You's a lying motherfucker
Jerome Lewis didn't that much money
in here, get your ass out the house
Coming here with bullshit, hah

hating on me, I ain't used 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, shit, I'm cool with that
'Cause how they feel, I ain't got shit to do that
I just sit on cool and watch my paper stack
And trip off how much bread them take from that

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It's been a time since I have felt this way
something but now, but now
I'm controlling my mind, the days are
The nights are cold, the is found, I'm found
Lord knows I need something to this void
Lord knows I need something to this void
Lord knows I need something to fill void
Lord knows I need something to this void

yeah 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 check nigga
I'm goddamn lit boy, you as hell
Hold up, it's my real quick, it's my Unc'
Sam and shit
"What's up Unc'? Yup. Hey, I told you check was coming in,
I gotchu it came 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, right. Now, how much was it though? Uh huh. Huh? Half?
nigga? You crazy, boy, you crazy. Bitch,
you as fuck. Bitch, bitch, you better suck half 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 say my dollars supposed to build roads and schools
But my niggas barely graduate, they ain't got the
Maybe 'cause the tax dollars that I make I send
Get spent some teachers that don't look like them
And the curriculum be tricking them, them I spend
Got us about the heroes with the whitest of skin
One thing the men that's controlling the pen
write history, they always seem to white-out they sins
Maybe we'll never see a black man in the White House
I'll write a check to the IRS, my get slim
Damn, do I even a say 'bout where it's goin'?
Some older told me to start votin'
I "Democracy is too fuckin' slow"
If I'm givin' this hard-earned bread, I wanna 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 congressman I've seen
Dictate my money go,
straight the palms of some Money-hungry company that make guns
circulate the country And then
wind up in my hood, making bloody
Stray bullet hit a young boy a snotty nose
From the concrete, he was prolly
Now his body and nobody knows what to tell his mother
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 covers in his mama
She take this shit no more, she want him out
On the morning of the funeral, as she's walking out
Wiping away, grabbing her keys and sunglasses
She remember that she gotta file her taxes,

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