Lotta sh*t happens like being in show business
A lot of sh*t happens like like
I make a lot of money you know
And I'm really happy about it
And I'm not bragging I just wanna say something
I make a so f**k it's ridiculous
But wait wait a minute wait a minute
Hey if my father was alive today I would go home and say
Dad I wanna tell you how much money I made
You know what he'd say
You's a lying motherf**ker
Jerome Lewis didn't make that much money
Come in here get your **s out the house
Coming here with that bullsh*t hah
N**gas hating on me I ain't used to that
Know a couple people wanna shoot for that
I say
No no no chill it ain't no need for that
Them n**gas tryna blow they don't need me for that
And if it work for them well sh*t I'm cool with that
'Cause how they feel I ain't got sh*t to do with that
I just sit back on cool and watch my paper stack
And trip off how much bread them crackers take from that
Whoa whoa whoa whoa yeah yeah yeah yeah
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It's been a long time since I have felt this way
About something but now but now
I'm controlling my mind the days are warm
The nights are cold the lost is found I'm found
Lord knows I need something to fill this void
Lord knows I need something to fill this void
Lord knows I need something to fill this void
Lord knows I need something to fill this void
Hell yeah boy I'm a godd**n millionaire now
Hell yeah n**ga they can't tell me sh*t
Now bro hell no f**k that
B**ch got my first motherf**kin' million dollar check n**ga
I'm godd**n lit boy you crazy as hell
Hold up it's my phone real quick it's my Unc'
Uncle Sam and sh*t
What's up Unc'
Yup
Hey I told you that check was coming in I gotchu when it came in
Godd**n I'm a man of my word
Godd**n I told you I'ma have it
And godd**n I'ma have it for you
Hell sh*t d**n right
Now how much was it though
Uh huh
Huh
Half
Half n**ga
You crazy boy you crazy
B**ch you crazy as f**k
B**ch b**ch you better suck half my d**k
Yeah I pay taxes so much taxes sh*t don't make sense
Where do my dollars go
You see lately I ain't been convinced
I guess they say my dollars supposed to build roads and schools
But my n**gas barely graduate they ain't got the tools
Maybe 'cause the tax dollars that I make sure I send
Get spent hirin' some teachers that don't look like them
And the curriculum be tricking them them dollars I spend
Got us learning about the heroes with the whitest of skin
One thing about the men that's controlling the pen
That write history they always seem to white out they sins
Maybe we'll never see a black man in the White House again
I'll write a check to the IRS my pockets get slim
D**n do I even have a say 'bout where it's goin'
Some older n**ga told me to start votin'
I said
Democracy is too f**kin' slow
If I'm givin' y'all this hard earned bread I wanna know
Better yet let me decide b**ch it's 2018
Let me pick the things I'm funding from an app on my screen
Better that than letting wack congressman I've never seen
Dictate where my money go straight into the palms of some Money hungry company
That make guns that circulate the country
And then wind up in my hood making bloody clothes
Stray bullet hit a young boy with a snotty nose
From the concrete he was prolly rose
Now his body froze and nobody knows what to tell his mother
He did good at the white man schools unlike his brother
Who was lost in the streets all day not using rubbers
So right now he got two on the way
Still sleep on covers in his mama house
She can't take this sh*t no more she want him out
On the morning of the funeral just as she's walking out
Wiping tears away grabbing her keys and sunglasses
She remember that she gotta file her taxes d**n
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