Did You Getcho Check, Lih Brah?

Lyrics for Did You Getcho Check, Lih Brah?

Hide the money y'all! There's poor people 'round! Witcha broke ass! If you're just joining us, Black people have gotten their reparations checks today and it's true All hell has broken loose Twelve hundred dollars, for the reparations, for all races Nigga did you get it? The only ones who didn't were dependents and then the immigrants Ain't this some shit? Soon as yo check hit you spent it to get you a better piff, A different bitch, some retro Jordan kicks, and a Nintendo Switch I couldn't wipe my ass 'cause the stores empty I couldn't pay my gas, water, electric, Mortgage or afford to get groceries I couldn't leave my crib because they done told me "sit" Then felt like a bitch, because I listened, And felt controlled by a myth RFIDs, are in the vaccinations Marks to the beast for all who inhabit nations, Don't know where we lay, and when we masturbating Man-made to control the population Contagion rapidly born and exacerbated beyond their imagination Everyday a stagger case, and Where the fuck is your white god now, nigga? The one you pay tithes to Bow your heads for on dinner and Thanksgiving The cracker that lied to you And made you think you was born a Christian That had defiled you, your mother, and had you all live indignant I remember, bitch, I'm so reminiscing! How could I ever forget or forgive this When everyday I'm constantly forced to relive it So detrimental, what it did to my mental, I Swear I need therapy but it just continues Ain't nobody hearing me on the shit that I went through The rent due And we stretchin' and survivin' like Florida Evans Same, I'm out the first, But always seems to feel like it's more the second Should get in hell, cop the hammer and nails but it was sold separate Your only lesson within this message Is way more than "learn how to hold a weapon" 64,000 black women missing, and not one mentioned All Blade ever did was kill his own people and chase white bitches Niggas highest, and we sinners but in the business non-existent Still give us drugs, make us plugs, then kick our door off they hinges Most of my contentions are my five senses and best of my interests All the real shit I'm spittin', Gon' have the government send them killers If I don't end it within this minute, I just might end up missing And if they said I killed myself, Just know it's fiction, and they really did it Rock you, again and again and again Rock you, again and again Rock you, again and again and again (I wanna rock you -- ooh I wanna rock you) Rock you, again and again