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Lotta shit happens, like, being in business
A lot of happens, like, like, I make a lot of money, you know
And I'm happy about it
And I'm not bragging, I just say something
I a so--- fuck, it's ridiculous
But wait, wait a minute, wait a
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 say? You's a motherfucker
Lewis didn't make that much money
Come in here, get ass out the house
here with that bullshit, hah

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

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It's been a long time I have felt 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 something to fill this
Lord knows I need to fill this void
Lord knows I need something to this void
Lord knows I need something to fill void

Hell yeah boy, I'm a goddamn now
Hell yeah, nigga, they can't tell me now, bro, hell no, fuck that
Bitch, got my first motherfuckin' million check nigga
I'm lit boy, you crazy 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 that check was in,
I when it came in. Goddamn, I'm a man of my word. Goddamn,
I told you I'ma it, and goddamn, I'ma have it for you. Hell,
shit, damn right. Now, how much was it though? Uh huh. Half?
nigga? You crazy, boy, you crazy. Bitch,
you crazy as fuck. Bitch, bitch, you 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
'cause the tax dollars that I make sure I send
Get spent hirin' some that don't look like them
And the curriculum be tricking them, them I spend
Got us learning about the heroes with the of skin
One thing about the men controlling the pen
That write history, they always seem to they sins
Maybe we'll see a black man in the White House again
I'll write a check to the IRS, my pockets get
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' y'all this hard-earned bread, I know
Better yet, let me decide, bitch, it's
Let me pick the I'm funding from an app on my screen
Better that than letting congressman I've never seen
where my money go,
straight into the of some Money-hungry company that make guns
that circulate the country And
up in my hood, making bloody clothes
Stray bullet hit a young boy a snotty nose
From the concrete, he was prolly
Now his body froze and nobody knows what to tell his
He did good at the man schools unlike his brother
Who was lost in the streets all day, not rubbers
So now, he got two on the way
Still on covers in his mama house
She can't 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 that she gotta her taxes, damn

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