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Brackets Lyrics By J Cole

    richard pryor
    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 sofuck 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 louis 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 and ain’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

    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 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

    interlude
    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

    yeah 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 whiteout 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 hardearned bread i wanna know
    better yet let me decide bitch it’s 08
    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 moneyhungry 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

    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

    Artist: J Cole

    Year: 2018

    Decade: 10s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 477