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
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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
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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
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Artist: J Cole
Year: 2018
Decade: 10s
Language: en
Word Count: 477