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Lotta shit happens, like, being in show businessA lot of shit happens, like, like, I make a lot of money, you knowAnd I'm really happy about itAnd I'm not bragging, I just wanna say somethingI make a so--- fuck, it's ridiculousBut wait, wait a minute, wait a minuteHey, if my father was alive today, I would go home and sayDad, I wanna tell you how much money I madeYou know what he'd say? You's a lying motherfuckerJoe Lewis didn't make that much moneyCome in here, get your ass out the houseComing here with that bullshit, hahNiggas hating on me, I ain't used to thatKnow a couple people wanna shoot for thatI say: No, no, no, chill, it ain't no need for thatThem niggas tryna blow they don’t need me for thatAnd if it work for them, well shit, I'm cool with that'Cause how they feel, I ain't got shit to do with thatI just sit back on cool and watch my paper stackAnd trip off how much bread them crackers take from that(Whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)(Whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)(Whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)(Whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)It's been a long time since I have felt this wayAbout something but now, but nowI'm controlling my mind, the days are warmThe nights are cold, the lost is found, I'm foundLord knows I need something to fill this voidLord knows I need something to fill this voidLord knows I need something to fill this voidLord knows I need something to fill this voidHell yeah boy, I'm a goddamn millionaire nowHell yeah, nigga, they can't tell me shit now, bro, hell no, fuck thatBitch, got my first motherfuckin' million dollar check niggaI'm goddamn lit boy, you crazy as hellHold up, it's my phone real quick, it's my Unc'Uncle Sam and shitWhat's up Unc'? YupHey, I told you that check was coming in, I gotchu when it came inGoddamn, I'm a man of my wordGoddamn, I told you I'ma have it, and goddamn, I'ma have it for youHell, shit, damn rightNow, how much was it though? Uh huhHuh? Half? Half nigga? You crazy, boy, you crazyBitch, you crazy as fuckBitch, bitch, you better suck half my dick!Yeah, I pay taxes, so much taxes, shit don't make senseWhere do my dollars go? You see lately, I ain't been convincedI guess they say my dollars supposed to build roads and schoolsBut my niggas barely graduate, they ain't got the toolsMaybe 'cause the tax dollars that I make sure I sendGet spent hirin' some teachers that don't look like themAnd the curriculum be tricking them, them dollars I spendGot us learning about the heroes with the whitest of skinOne thing about the men that's controlling the penThat write history, they always seem to white-out they sinsMaybe we'll never see a black man in the White House againI'll write a check to the IRS, my pockets get slimDamn, do I even have a say 'bout where it's goin'?Some older nigga told me to start votin'I said: Democracy is too fuckin' slowIf I'm givin' y'all this hard-earned bread, I wanna knowBetter yet, let me decide, bitch, it's 2018Let me pick the things I'm funding from an app on my screenBetter that than letting wack congressman I've never seenDictate where my money go,Straight into the palms of some Money-hungry companyThat make guns that circulate the countryAnd then wind up in my hood, making bloody clothesStray bullet hit a young boy with a snotty noseFrom the concrete, he was prolly roseNow his body froze and nobody knows what to tell his motherHe did good at the white man schools unlike his brotherWho was lost in the streets all day, not using rubbersSo right now, he got two on the wayStill sleep on covers in his mama houseShe can't take this shit no more, she want him outOn the morning of the funeral, just as she's walking outWiping tears away, grabbing her keys and sunglassesShe remember that she gotta file her taxes, damn(Whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)(Whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)(Whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)(Whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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