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Song Released: 2018


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  1. anonymous
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    Oct 16th 2019 !⃝

    Lotta shit happens, like, being in show business
    A lot of shit 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, fuck, 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 motherfucker
    Joe Lewis didn't make that much money
    Come in here, get your ass out the house
    Coming here with that bullshit, hah
    Niggas 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 niggas tryna blow they don't need me for that
    And if it work for them, well shit, I'm cool with that
    'Cause how they feel, I ain't got shit 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
    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 goddamn millionaire now
    Hell yeah, nigga, they can't tell me shit now, bro, hell no, fuck that
    Bitch, got my first motherfuckin' million dollar check nigga
    I'm goddamn lit boy, you crazy as hell
    Hold up, it's my phone real quick, it's my Unc'
    Uncle Sam and shit
    "What's up Unc'? Yup, hey, I told you that check was coming in
    I gotchu when it came in, Goddamn, I'm a man of my word
    Goddamn, I told you I'ma have it, and goddamn, I'ma have it for you
    Hell, shit, damn right, now, how much was it though? Uh huh
    Huh? Half? Half nigga? You crazy, boy, you crazy
    Bitch, you crazy as fuck
    Bitch, bitch, you better suck half my dick!
    I pay taxes, so much taxes, shit 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 niggas 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
    Damn, 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' slow"
    If I'm givin' y'all this hard-earned bread, I wanna know
    Better yet, let me decide, bitch, 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 shit 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, damn


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