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Lotta shit happens, like, being in business
A lot of shit happens, like, like, I a lot of money, you know
And I'm really happy it
And I'm not bragging, I just wanna say
I make a so--- fuck, it's
But wait, wait a minute, wait a
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
Jerome 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 wanna shoot for
I say "No, no, no, chill, it no need for that"
Them niggas tryna blow they need me for that
And if it work for them, shit, I'm cool 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 trip off how much bread them take from that

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It's been a long time since I have felt way
About but now, but now
I'm my mind, the days are warm
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 void
knows I need something to fill this void
Lord knows I something to fill 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 dollar check
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 check was coming in,
I when it came 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 much was it 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, don't make sense
Where do my dollars go? You see lately, I ain't convinced
I they say my dollars supposed to build roads and schools
But my niggas graduate, they ain't got the tools
Maybe 'cause the tax that I make sure I send
Get spent hirin' teachers that don't look like them
And the curriculum be tricking them, them dollars I
Got us learning about the heroes with the whitest of
One thing the men that's controlling the pen
That write history, always seem to white-out they sins
Maybe never 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 nigga told me to start votin'
I "Democracy is too fuckin' slow"
If I'm givin' y'all this 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 Money-hungry company make guns
circulate the country And then
wind up in my hood, making clothes
Stray hit a young boy with a snotty nose
the concrete, he was prolly rose
Now his body froze and nobody knows to tell his mother
He did good at the white man 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 mama
She can't this shit no more, she want him out
On the of the funeral, just as she's walking out
Wiping tears away, grabbing her keys and
She remember that she file her taxes, damn

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