Ill Instrumentals - 1968 lyrics

Skit 1 Hook Ugh Watch me get it Told my mama "Sit back and gon watch me get it" Watch me fill the bank up with 6 digits Gonna get you maids, you won't have dishes no more Wanna find out, let me show you Give you a little hope you can hold to I told you I'll make a way Now sit back and watch me g-g-get it Refrain You are the only girl that when I Think of what you do I wanna give my all to you The way you grinding everyday Verse It make me wanna be cleaner Change up my whole demeanor, be meaner To show the world I ain't playin around with the cream bruh Ima get the cheese up, they don't believe us But haters are the biggest fans when you convert em It's worse cause the firsts may one day desert em But this is our time, Ima put you in a Birkin Make sure that you never workin I'm certain, uh Give me a second or two To give a little piece of heaven to you Maybe not better than what the reverend can do But Imma do what they ain't checkin to do And give perfection to you I can't believe in em no more Believe in me now Cause what I see now puts me in denial On my way to school when across the street Down face first, a black man, above him police wow It's critical Look at him, bleeding They bashed his head and smashed it in He's breathing through cracked lips He asks why and they ain't got nothing to say back to him And snicker and sneer We had rights back in Africa, it's different here Look at this mess I give up Humanity is stress I digress Skit 2