Tryna Get Me One Lyrics Gillie Da Kid feat. Pusha T

[Intro: Gillie Da Kid]
yeah
you dont know How I was raised nigga
you wouldnt undertsand
not at all (North Philly)
six of us in a two-bedroom apartment
think it out

[Verse 1: Gillie Da Kid]
Im just a nigga on a mission
started out a kid a lot ambition
on my birthday never got what I wishing for
daddy wasnt there but shit I didnt miss him though
didnt blame either it was the norm to us I mean
none of us my friends had daddys either
I was raised by eerie 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 sitting sayin he aint 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 dont mind your business
never trust a nigga who asking you what time it is?
understand the rules, thats a Jimmy move
act a fool I got this tool that I plan to use

[Hook]
They dont 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 dont know what I've seen
They don't know where I come from, from
Running throught 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 onThanksgiving
wasnt to celebrate the holidays
just didnt want to see bunch familys starve that day
doing what my heart told me
I aint really know my art thats when God chose me
to do this biz
be the hood voice
spokesperson for this ghetto shit
I be doing what Im doing man I gotta live
I be doing what Im 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 Im always on my job

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[Verse 3: Pusha T]
Yeah, I aint got your average rapper story
came up with both parents they were clappin for me
high school graduate college course dabal 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 its 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 its high noon
grand stackin 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]