Taxed to Death (feat. Nave Noblique)

Power and glory go to God All greatness is from God When a hero stumbles while the cowards rejoice Nothing feels better to a coward than to watch a brave guy fall Wallet been hit the checkpoint I got no fingers to point I might as well sell my kidney to that chicken joint It come tax free Uncle Sam already came and he done tax me Wallet been hit the checkpoint I got no fingers to point I might as well sell my kidney to that chicken joint It come tax free Uncle Sam already came and he done tax me Yeah Wallet been hit the checkpoint I got no fingers to point I might as well sell my kidney to that chicken joint It come tax free Uncle Sam already came and he done tax me Golden aura weed it look like taxis I see my nigga hit the backseat With no seat belt He bop his head listening to the flow thinking that his seat melt I spit the fire thinking wondering how he felt alright I know I can't feel this way forever But I'm hoping we feel it together Her hands lift weights off my shoulders now it's feathers Write me back not through a text but a love letter yeah I know I can't feel this way forever But I'm hoping we feel it together Her hands lift weights off my shoulders now it's feathers Write me back not through a text but a love letter Yeah I'm my room with a note pad and a baby I know so many fathers locked up Haven't seen they baby Little cash in they pocket when they get out How they gon feed it Uncle Sam put a tax on the garden Eden I understand why heard so many nights of weeping Daddies out there in the world cheating I can't see it Not for me I hope you know them Jordan on ya' feet didn't come tax free Yeah I see you niggas in the mall doing spending spree shit if he got it like that Might was well load it in the chamber cock it back Wait outside and roll that nigga in a pack Might hold me out for another month of snacks I might as well not exist for the way I cover tracks I'm tired of hoping for another come up just to give back I think his name Tyrone and he black little did I know his son waiting on him just to see him get whacked Yeah Wallet been hit the checkpoint I got no fingers to point I might as well sell my kidney to that chicken joint It come tax free Uncle Sam already came and he done tax me Golden aura weed it look like taxis I see my nigga hit the backseat With no seat belt He bop his head listening to the flow thinking that his seat melt Addicted to the money and I think I'm bout to relapse There's no escaping yo' Uncle Sam he watching you stack Whether in street or the office know you about to be taxed They sleeping on the floor then I hope they need a Cpap Calls from the label for me writing these raps Tell 'em send the paper like its bout to he faxed Meet her and Mold her and shape her like a pottery class She won me so she got a pay the lottery tax The country take our money then they lie when we ask Millions to Ukraine while people starve where we at It's enough to make you wanna make a robbery plan Run in the stash anybody make a sound then blam Gotta get to fulfilling these plans Start a Roth Ira to have a million stashed High yield bank accounts to get the interest from that Small business deductions so we limit the Tax Grew up in the jack the homies take they payments in cash Money to push the roc to nations no limits to bags Now they label me a major like I went to Atlantic The dollars had us moving flagrant like a Penalty flag Biden Trump or Kamala its all finna be cap Watching the president debate like this finna be trash We need to throw it all away like a pistol with scratched serial numbers Only shot to get the system to crack Wallet been hit the checkpoint Wallet been hit the checkpoint Wallet been hit the checkpoint I got no fingers to point I might as well sell my liver to that chicken joint It come tax free Uncle Sam already came and he done tax me