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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 wanna say something
I make a so--- fuck, it's
But wait, wait a minute, 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 say? You's a lying motherfucker
Lewis didn't make that much money
Come in here, get your ass out the
Coming here with bullshit, hah

Niggas hating on me, I ain't used to
Know a people wanna shoot for that
I say "No, no, no, chill, it no need for that"
Them niggas tryna blow they don't need me for
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 back on and watch my paper stack
And trip off how much them crackers take from that

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

yeah boy, I'm a goddamn millionaire now
Hell yeah, nigga, they can't tell me shit now, bro, no, fuck that
Bitch, got my first million dollar check nigga
I'm goddamn lit boy, you crazy as
up, it's 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 when it in. Goddamn, I'm a man of my word. Goddamn,
I told you I'ma have it, and goddamn, I'ma 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 better half my dick!

Yeah, I pay taxes, so much taxes, shit don't sense
Where do my dollars go? You see lately, I ain't been
I guess they say my supposed to build roads and schools
But my barely graduate, they ain't got the tools
'cause the tax dollars that I make sure I send
Get spent hirin' some teachers that look like them
And the curriculum be them, them dollars I spend
Got us learning the heroes with the whitest of skin
One thing about the men that's the pen
That write history, they always seem to they sins
Maybe we'll never see a man in the White House 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 me to start 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 the things I'm funding from an app on my screen
Better that letting wack congressman I've never seen
where my money go,
straight into the palms of Money-hungry company that make guns
that circulate the And then
up in my hood, making bloody clothes
Stray bullet hit a young boy with a 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 walking out
Wiping tears away, grabbing her keys and
She remember she gotta file her taxes, damn

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