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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 about it
And I'm not bragging, I just wanna say
I make a so--- fuck, it's
But wait, wait a minute, a minute
Hey, if my father was alive today, I go home and say
"Dad, I wanna you how much money I made"
You know what he'd say? You's a motherfucker
Jerome Lewis didn't make that much
Come in here, get your ass out the
Coming here with bullshit, hah

Niggas hating on me, I ain't 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 need me for that
And if it work for them, well shit, I'm with that
'Cause how they feel, I ain't got shit to do with
I sit back on cool and watch my paper stack
And trip off how much bread them take from that

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

Hell yeah boy, I'm a goddamn now
yeah, nigga, they can't tell me shit 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 real quick, it's my
Sam and shit
"What's up Unc'? Yup. Hey, I told you that check was 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 though? Uh huh. Huh?
Half You crazy, boy, you crazy. Bitch,
you crazy as fuck. Bitch, bitch, you better suck my dick!

Yeah, I pay taxes, so much taxes, shit don't sense
do my dollars go? You see lately, I ain't been convinced
I guess say my dollars supposed 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 teachers that look like them
And the curriculum be tricking them, them I spend
Got us about the heroes with the whitest of skin
One thing about the men controlling the pen
That write history, they always 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 a say 'bout where it's goin'?
Some older told me to start votin'
I "Democracy is too fuckin' slow"
If I'm y'all this hard-earned bread, I wanna know
Better yet, let me decide, bitch, it's
Let me the things I'm funding from an app on my screen
Better that than letting wack I've never seen
where my money go,
straight into the palms of some company that make guns
that the country And then
up in my hood, making bloody clothes
Stray bullet hit a boy with a snotty nose
From the concrete, he was rose
Now his body froze and nobody 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 take this shit no more, she want him out
On the morning of the funeral, just as she's out
Wiping tears away, her keys and sunglasses
She remember she gotta file her taxes, damn

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