Tryna Get Me One

[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 [hook] [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]