Tryna Get Me One Lyrics - Singles - Gillie Da Kid

[Intro: Gillie Da Kid] 

Yeah 

You don't know how I was raised nigga 

You wouldn't understand 

Not at all (North Philly) 

Six of us in a two-bedroom apartment 

Figure it out 

[Verse 1: Gillie Da Kid] 

I'm just a nigga on a mission 

Started out a kid lotta ambition 

On my birthday never got what I wishing for 

Daddy wasn't there, shit I didn't miss him though 

Didn't blame either it was the norm to us I mean 

None of us my friends had daddys either 

I was raised by Erie Avenue 

We young niggas carry burners they'll bury you 

So at a young age I learned to fight for mines 

Cause, I wasn't gon be that scary dude 

Getting picked on 

Getting fucked with 

It happened one time 

I was like fuck this 

I went to zeddys house got his brother 38 

Ran back around the corner set them niggas straight 

I tell ya from that day on 

I'm on here sitting sayin he ain't the nigga to be prayed on 

Turned 18 shit 

I would walk up on the corner and none of them niggas stay long 

Night lion kid 

I had that iron cig 

And my heart fuckin bigger than a lions is 

From a city where they kill you, you don't mind your biz 

Never trust a nigga who asking you what time it is 

Understand the rules, that's a jammy move 

Act a fool I got this tool that I plan to use 

[Hook] 

They don't know what I be 

They don't know what I've done, done 

Running through the city on a mission tryna get me one 

They don't know what I've seen 

They don't know where I come from, from 

Running through the city on a mission tryna get me one 

[Verse 2: Gillie Da Kid] 

I played the hand I was given 

I'm a Muslim I give turkeys out on thanksgiving 

Wasn't to celebrate the holidays 

Just didn't want to see bunch families starve that day (Nah) 

Doing what my heart told me 

I ain't really know my art that's when God chose me 

To do this biz 

Be the hood voice 

Spokesperson for this ghetto shit 

I be doing what I'm doing man I gotta live 

I be doing what I'm doing just to feed my kids 

I would never of thought this rap in this movie biz - Huh? 

Whatever accept this Gillie Kid 

Come from nothing to somethin 

Man it took limits 

Your only get out of it what you put in it 

Hustle hard, twenty-four seven 

365 boy man I'm always on my job 

[Hook] 

[Verse 3: Pusha T] 

Yeah, I ain't got your average rapper story 

Came up with both parents they was clappin for me 

High school graduate college course dabbled with 

Still not a enough to save a nigga from the savages 

Yeah, you could blame it on my blood line 

How my uncle sold cold crack and heroin 

Yeah, my eldest brother still a user 

Mama still cry but keep faith in that loser 

God, the truth hurts but it's my saving grace 

Niggas cut they nose off just to spite their face 

Niggas get they bros up just to dodge a case 

I was knockin O's off through my Jordan phase 

High school with a pistol like it's high noon 

Ransackin stash spots like a typhoon 

They flood niggas with they work like a Monsoon 

I weigh coke on that scale in my moms room 

Push! 

[Hook]