[Chorus: Paper Piff & Feby]

I gotta get it, I'm blessed (blessed)

Still in the hood with a tech (tech)

Niggas be mad they be stressed (stressed)

I gotta get it, respect (respect)

You gotta get it, respect (respect)

I gotta get it, respect (respect)

You gotta get it, respect (respect)

I gotta get it, respect (respect)

I gotta get it, I'm blessed (blessed)

Still in the hood with a tech (tech)

Niggas be mad they stressed (stressed)

I gotta get it, respect (respect)

You gotta get it, respect (respect)

I gotta get it, respect (respect)

You gotta get it, respect (respect)

I gotta get it, respect (respect)

[Verse 1: Paper Piff]

Can't get rich on a nine to five

Hand to hand [?] survive

Supply and demand [?]

He said he didn't know it but think he lieing

Do you homie, I'm content with mine

Time to grind, save every dime

Tell [?] the block ain't less then nine

Stack all winter [?] summertime

Can't like a chick, because she fine

Don't got the bag, she ain't one of mine

Big 40 by my pelvic line

Dare somebody try to take what's mine

Been OG since juvy

Low key when I'm OT

State troopers don't know me

All my [hittas/haters?] [?]

[Make/Need?] some more [?] in my step

Niggas be mad, they be pressed

Ride wit' the [fame?] to the death

[?] like a ref

[?] some food like a chef

Come out the crib for a check

[?] ride my flag to the left

One hundred [?] nothin' less

Till the day of my death

Gotta get it, respect

[Chorus: Paper Piff & Feby]

I gotta get it, I'm blessed (blessed)

Still in the hood with a tech (tech)

Niggas be mad they be stressed (stressed)

I gotta get it, respect (respect)

You gotta get it, respect (respect)

I gotta get it, respect (respect)

You gotta get it, respect (respect)

I gotta get it, respect (respect)

I gotta get it, I'm blessed (blessed)

Still in the hood with a tech (tech)

Niggas be made they be stressed (stressed)

I gotta get it, respect (respect)

You gotta get it, respect (respect)

I gotta get it, respect (respect)

You gotta get it, respect (respect)

I gotta get it, respect (respect)

[Verse 2: Feby]

I gotta get, I'm blessed

Niggas stressed, I'm up next

I'ma flex but they hate though (Hate though)

Smilin' at me but they fake though (Fake though)

Still I can't stand fake hoes (Uh)

And these niggas with they fake clothes

Fake chain, fake bows (Ha)

These niggas ain't real [right?]

These niggas ain't got bankrolls (Bankrolls)

Sneak dissing get you clipped though

Ain't no sneak dissing cause my clique [close/closed?] (How)

Pull up shotty, he gon get low

Call up [?], he gon bend your block low ([?])

I ain't worried bout a opp though

No I ain't worried bout no broke hoe (Nah)

Bickin' back on the block though

Lookin' for me bitch, that's a no go (No)

I'm the one to call it out (Out)

I'm the one they try to doubt (Doubt)

Pussy niggas run they mouth (Mouth)

I can hear 'em from their house (House)

They ain't never poppin' out (Ha)

They know Feby poppin' out ([?])

[?] be poppin' out (Right)

To the top baby I'm in route, uh

[Chorus: Paper Piff & Feby]

I gotta get it, I'm blessed (blessed)

Still in the hood with a tech (tech)

Niggas be mad they be stressed (stressed)

I gotta get it, respect (respect)

You gotta get it, respect (respect)

I gotta get it, respect (respect)

You gotta get it, respect (respect)

I gotta get it, respect (respect)

I gotta get it, I'm blessed (blessed)

Still in the hood with a tech (tech)

Niggas be mad they be stressed (stressed)

I gotta get it, respect (respect)

You gotta get it, respect (respect)

I gotta get it, respect (respect)

You gotta get it, respect (respect)

I gotta get it, respect (respect)