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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 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 would go and say
"Dad, I wanna tell you how money I made"
You know what he'd say? You's a lying
Jerome Lewis didn't that much money
Come in here, get your ass out the
Coming with that bullshit, hah

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

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

Hell yeah boy, I'm a goddamn now
Hell yeah, nigga, they can't tell me shit now, bro, hell no, fuck
Bitch, got my first million dollar check nigga
I'm lit boy, you crazy as hell
Hold up, it's my phone real quick, it's my
Uncle Sam and
"What's up Unc'? Yup. Hey, I told you that check was in,
I gotchu when it in. Goddamn, I'm a man of my word. Goddamn,
I you I'ma have it, and goddamn, I'ma 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 half my dick!

Yeah, I pay taxes, so much taxes, shit don't sense
Where do my go? You see lately, I ain't been convinced
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 make sure I
Get spent hirin' some that 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 about 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 again
I'll write a check to the IRS, my get slim
Damn, do I even have a say 'bout where it's
Some older nigga told me to votin'
I "Democracy is too fuckin' slow"
If I'm givin' this hard-earned bread, I wanna know
yet, let me decide, bitch, it's 2018
Let me pick the things I'm funding from an app on my
Better than letting wack congressman I've never seen
Dictate my money go,
straight into the palms of some company that make guns
circulate the country And then
wind up in my hood, bloody clothes
Stray hit a young boy with a snotty nose
From the concrete, he was rose
Now his body froze and knows what to tell his mother
He did at the white man schools 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 house
She can't take this shit no more, she him out
On the morning of the funeral, just as she's out
Wiping tears away, grabbing her and sunglasses
She remember that she file her taxes, damn

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