J. Cole - BRACKETS lyrics

Lotta sh** happens, like, being a shogun, it’s a lotta sh** happens Like, like, I make a lot of money, you know, and I’m really happy about it And I’m not frank, I just wanna say something I make a so f**, 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 motherf**er Jerome Lewis didn’t make that much money Come in here, get your a** out the house Coming here with that bullsh**, hah n***as 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 n***as tryna blow and ain’t no need for that And if it work for them, well sh**, I’m cool with that ‘Cause how they feel, I ain’t got sh** to do with that I just sit back on cool and watch my paper stack And trip off how much bread I’m crackin’ stray from that (Whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah) (Whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah) (Whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah) (Whoa whoa whoa whoa, 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 Hell yeah boy, I’m a goddamn millionaire now Hell yeah, n***a, they can’t tell me sh** now, bro, hell no, f** that b**h, got my first motherf**in’ million dollar check n***a I’m goddamn lit boy, you crazy as hell Hold up, it’s my phone, it’s my aunt You know what I be sayin’ and sh** “What’s up aunt? 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, sh**, damn right. Now, how much was it though? Uh huh. Huh? Half? Half n***a? You crazy, boy, you crazy. b**h, you crazy as f**. b**h, you better s** half my dick! Yeah, I pay taxes, so much taxes, sh** 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 n***as 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 They 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 n***a told me to start votin’ I said “Democracy is too f**in’ slow” If I’m givin’ y’all this hard-earned bread, I wanna know Better yet, let me decide, b**h, 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 hitter, 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 rapper so right now, he got two on the way Still sleep on covers in his mama’s house She can’t take this sh** no more, she want him out On the morning of the funeral, just as she’s walking out Wiping tears away, grabbing the Yeezy sungla**es She remember that she gotta file her taxes, damn (Whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah) (Whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah) (Whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah) (Whoa whoa whoa whoa, yeah, yeah)