Lyrics:
disrespect his pocket get shake
Tax season we collect all day
Real yardmon you know we don't play
Go grab the machete
Go get the Ak
Hustle this money
I'm
started off as targets
We had the Congress mad at the whole genre
Tryna get rid of us
Now it's like we not even trying to be good
It's like we just
potent shit
I'm thinkin' oh no
We rock the good show
Hand over the mic like Billy Boddy in a fist show
(Bailouts, Wall Street, Cold Wars,
your pretty girl smile
Yes your mother made a pretty girl child
My gyal yuh tun up like a likkle likkle bee
Yuh a buzz
And yuh know say yuh got di good
feel good even though you went bad on me
Unaffected by that I detach from em
I perfected these plays now I tax for em
Tried to put you on game and you
grindin'
Grapes of wrath in a shapely glass
Ingredients influential on your ways and acts
Zero tolerance to raise the tax
It don't matter how your gates is
Alleyoops as a brass, raise your glass and cheer
As you get on your good foot, I hope that you never put
Your trust in unjust suckas who disgust
Ways
tax loophole
I leave the poor living in a poophole
At time when AIDS is in a crisis
I cut health care and I raise prices
Sales tax, snack tax
(HM)
Slashin' demons, double tap
Look at D3VI, transmute contracts
Government on climax
Big screen, IMAX? (UGH) fuck your sales tax
I'ma change these old
back
Decolonize the earth, where your mind at
All around the world in alignment
See the new dawn on the horizon
Not for sale cuz creation free
Water,
give the rich a giant tax loophole
I leave the poor living in a poophole
At time when Aids is in a crisis
I cut health care and I raise prices
Sales
tax loophole
I leave the poor living in a poophole
At time when AIDS is in a crisis
I cut health care and I raise prices
Sales tax, snack tax
baby
The good old days to tax
Baby, baby, baby
Won't you dry your pretty eyes
Baby, baby, baby
Your good old days to tax
Come on!
.... (missing verse)
Alleyoops as a brass, raise your glass and cheer
As you get on your good foot, I hope that you never put
Your trust in unjust suckas who disgust
Ways
When I was a young man, much younger than today
I sought to find the good lord's plan along my weary way
Well I heard about a preacher man who many
people coming up
They always wanna tax me like
I been feeling so misunderstood
Since the days when I was down
Everybody'd wanna pass me but hey
Now that
He says it's a good thing
To be standing by the door
He gave up on iTunes
For sale at the dollar store
I'm sure he is hungry
Cause his clothes
bitch gone be in it getting naked
The hoes call me J but my bro's call me V
Call me what you want but you can't call for free
She got a good brain call
Why you wanna come out and talk good huh
Like doing time change your life
When u know there is niggas locked up that aint never coming home
Like my
just go and by a nail place
Add up all the sales bae bag getting valet
If they want that special sauce then you add a tax aye
Im kinging til my last
that you are not a fitting groom
Eyeing for the sales
No, this shit's expensive
For me to live up in your mind
It is more than rent is
It is more than
that ass just to feel valid
keep running up racks cause I never had it
Told lil Brodie to go make a sale
Taxed that nigga didn't even use a scale
Gas so
familiar fields,
Not yet had perish'd, when his lonely doom
Came suddenly to an end. Another ship
(She wanted water) blown by baffling winds,
Like the Good
come to me it's cool I'm accustomed
I don't pray on the road cause we making it back
Just thinking out loud bra these ones getting tax (Thrax)
Won't
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