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Artist: J. Cole
Album:  K.O.D.
Typed by:, J. Cole

[Intro: Richard Pryor]
"Lotta shit happens, like, being in show business
 A lotta shit happens, like, like, I make a lotta money, you know
 And I'm really happy about it
 And I'm not bragging, I just wanna say something
 I make so fuckin- it's ridiculous {*audience laughs then claps*}
 You know what I mean? But wait, wait a minute, wait a minute
 Hey, if my father was alive today, I would go home and say
 'Dad, I'ma tell you how much money I made'
 You know what he'd say? 'Youse a LYIN motherfucker! {*laughs*}
 Joe Louis didn't make that much money!
 Come in here with-, get yo' ass out the house
 Comin here with that bullshit!'"

[J. Cole]
Niggaz hatin 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 niggaz tryin to blow and they need me for that
And if it work for them, well shit, I'm cool with that
Plus 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, yeaaaah, yeah-yeah-yeah
Whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeaaaah, yeah-yeah-yeah
Whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeaaaah, yeah-yeah-yeah
Whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeaaaah, yeah-yeah-yeah

[J. Cole - singing]
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

[Lil' Cole]
Hell yeah bo, I'm a goddamn millionaire now
Hell yeah nigga, they can't tell me SHIT now, bo!
Hell nah, fuck that
Bitch, got my first muh'fuckin 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'? {*garbles*} Yup....
Hell yeah, I told you that check was coming in, I gotchu when it came in
Got-damn, I'm a man of my word, got-damn, I told you I'ma have it
and got-damn, I'ma have it for you, yeah.. shit
Damn right, now, how much- how much was it, tho? {*garbles*}
Huh? {*garbles*} HUH?? {*garbles*}
Half?! HALF, NIGGA?! You cray', boy you crazy as a- {*garbles*}
Bitch, you crazy as fuck! Bitch... BITCH, YOU BETTA SUCK HALF MY DICK~!

[J. Cole]
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 s'posed to build roads and schools
But my niggaz 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 trickin 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 prol'ly 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 usin rubbers
So right now, he got two on the way
Still sleep on covers in his momma 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