Now see I just listened to brackets
From cole hommie the fact is
Its gold
I think every tax payer should cop this
But if you wouldn't regardless
Whatever reason you practiced
That's cool, well I'm new
Smoking hot like tobaccos
Let's talk taxes
And how the members of the cacus
Take imperenthesis and give us fake brackets
They
Aint making sense of the cents we present as taxes
Like, cacus spelt backwards
Cuz
Bad to worse, of course
Politics just drags us
Combination of drag race and
Rat race kinda like fake pastors
They take advantage of our faith
That's the fate of taxpayers in my state
With a negligent president pressing on
The next elect-ti-on
Barely young, thinking of
Taking the whole state
Backwards
The same lame game of taking your change
With claims of making a change
Like you forget a password
Taxes just the same in PH or Texas
Tax is the just name and greed is the main essence
Sometimes I read the word backwards
Cuz, I think they just fucking with us
For so long like riding a bus Butt, yeah of course
The only butt they been riding is us
Don't press pause
Fine
Or maybe, just taxes
I can interchange the names
They are same bastards
What's shocking about paying these taxes is
No electricity G
See I swear to G-OD, I OD just only
When there is N.O activity
Low activity?
Then we get high or go TBT fam
For real thats an Instagram secret G
Damn
Even when these lame banks text us
Even when they shoot and blacksoot infects us
Taxes
Know I ain't fucking with you
But are you fucking with me
Well at least, get a
Mattress
Taxes
One of the reasons for low investors
I didn't really need a masters Just to understand this
Men meant to be mentors turn tormentors
Torment us, kinda like in '17 When we had no tomatoes
But taxes
Wait, I gotta ask this
Question
The impression I got
Of the recession we had
Is all shades of bad
And so I ask real bad
Where went all of our damn taxes?
Hmm?
Did they run away in taxis, or get passports to fly
Oh really?
Y'all need to stop this
Or I'll go real crazy
Like when you called me lazy
Or maybe i'll turn blue and join the Navy
Baby
Taxes don't give us a break, They tryna break us
Wait
Their plan is that we land, a couples acres
But 6 ft deep's the site they gonna take us
Make us turn into crude, sell and then cop acres
That's the height of it like high right from Jamaica
Guy, apply what I say today or later
I
Need a 3.14 gram of pie
Can we
See the most when we get more high?
Oh my tea
Oh God i gotta blow
So I never know
Broke no more
So I'll never pop alomo
No more
South swag like lomor
Omo
At all at all na
Ogbono