- J. Cole BRACKETS 歌詞
- J. Cole
- Lotta shit happens, like, being in show business
A lot of shit happens, like, like,
I make a lot of money, you know
And Im really happy about it
And Im not bragging, I just wanna say something
I make a so, fuck, its ridiculous
Yall heard me
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 hed say? Yous a lying motherfucker
Jerome Lewis didnt make that much money
Come in here, get your ass out the house
Coming here with that bullshit, hah
Niggas hating on me, I aint used to that
Know a couple people wanna shoot for that
I say 'No, no, no, chill, it aint no need for that'
Them niggas tryna blow they don't need me for that
And if it work for them, well shit, Im cool with that
Cause how they feel, I aint 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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Its been a long time since I have felt this way
About something but now, but now
Im controlling my mind, the days are warm
The nights are cold, the lost is found, Im 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, Im a goddamn millionaire now
Hell yeah, nigga,
They cant tell me shit now, bro, hell no, fuck that
Bitch, got my first motherfuckin million dollar check nigga
Im goddamn lit boy, you crazy as hell
Hold up, its my phone real quick, its my Unc
Uncle Sam and shit
'Whats up Unc? Yup. Hey,
I told you that check was coming in,
I gotchu when it came in. Goddamn,
Im a man of my word.
Goddamn, I told you Ima have it, and goddamn,
Ima have it for you. Hell, shit, damn right.
Now, how much 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 dont make sense
Where do my dollars go?
You see lately, I aint been convinced
I guess they say my dollars supposed to build roads and schools
But my niggas barely graduate, they aint got the tools
Maybe cause the tax dollars that I make sure I send
Get spent hirin some teachers that dont 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 thats controlling the pen
That write history, they always seem to white-out they sins
Maybe well 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 its goin?
Some older nigga told me to start votin
I said 'Democracy is too fuckin slow'
If Im givin yall this hard-earned bread, I wanna know
Better yet, let me decide, bitch, its 2018
Let me pick the things Im funding from an app on my screen
Better that than letting wack congressman Ive 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 cant take this shit no more, she want him out
On the morning of the funeral, just as shes walking out
Wiping tears away, grabbing her keys and sunglasses
She remember that she gotta file her taxes, damn
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