This 1 for my sisters with the bad hair
Get it Get it Get it Get it yeah yeah
This 1 for my brothers chasing bags yeah
Get it Get it Get it Get it yeah yeah
Get it Get it Get it Get it Get it Get it Get it yeah yeah
Get it Get it Get it Get it Get it Get it Get it yeah yeah

Shorty say she feeling me
I aint feeling that
Shit be killing me
Keep yo feelings back
I been doing me
Every since way back
There ain't nothing changing me
Aint no since in blaming me
Im still that young nigga from the SiP
Where they keep that on the hip
Down the road from the scotti pop
Cop that Fanta for a sip
Still got cousins on the block
Making living off a zip
Middle finger to yo job
They dont like us niggas here

This 1 for my sisters with the bad hair
Get it Get it Get it Get it yeah yeah
This 1 for my brothers chasing bags yeah
Get it Get it Get it Get it yeah yeah
Get it Get it Get it Get it Get it Get it Get it yeah yeah
Get it Get it Get it Get it Get it Get it Get it yeah yeah

I dont show no sympathy
Cause i aint filled with that
Dont care about yo praise
Cause i dont live for that
I dodge the internet
Aint got no feel for that
Do this for L-Town
That where my crib was at
This for my chocolate and caramel
Queens with the nappy hair
Working for yo dollar bills
Shop the Asain for the nails
This is for my brothers
Raised by single mothers
Working through that struggle
Get It... Get It
Aye... Its the 1st you can get what you want
Toma the 2nd you regret it if you don't
Aye... you got all the rights to act bougie
You got yo self a theme song

This 1 for my sisters with the bad hair
Get it Get it Get it Get it yeah yeah
This 1 for my brothers chasing bags yeah
Get it Get it Get it Get it yeah yeah
Get it Get it Get it Get it Get it Get it Get it yeah yeah
Get it Get it Get it Get it Get it Get it Get it yeah yeah