Gon Get It

Me and my girls, yeah we gon' get it
It all has panned out just like I said it
Those who doubted, man they gon' regret it
'Cause this is the trial run, it's not perfected

Well respected, good on any street
Super hot fire, I could cook on any beat
Conquered many feats at the ripe age of twenty something
I could never fake the funk, you niggas steady fronting
Rough ting, this life could truly hurt
Niggas die in the street
Vultures put 'em on a shirt (What)
And profit off our pain
I guess it's all a game so I'm bouta level up
And then after call for break
Yeah, I think I'm bouta break (Break, break, break)
Cuz the odds are in my favor (Pray, pray, pray)
Could give a fuck about a hater
So I'm holla at ya later

Me and my girls, yeah we gon' get it
It all has panned out just like I said it
Those who doubted, man they gon' regret it
'Cause this is the trial run, it's not perfected

You bitches is oh so, oh so pathetic
Trippin' over spots in ya lil ass sections (Sections)
I been working hard so it shows without the flexin' (Flexin')
And she can ride my wave so she wet without the sexin' (Sex)
Never been a copy, like nah I'm just so rare
Started meditating, right now I got no cares
2020, Chopped it off bald, I got no hair
Tryna connect wit my Spirit like a low fare ticket
Tell me if you get it
Tell me is ya widdit
What else I'm forgetting (What)
I be movin' militant 'cause I'm on a mission
I don't need permission
This is not submission
It's written

Me and my girls, yeah we gon' get it
It all has panned out just like I said it
Those who doubted, man they gon' regret it
'Cause this is the trial run, it's not perfected



Credits
Writer(s): Ugonnaya Chilaka
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