Gillie Da Kid - Tryna Get Me One lyrics

[Intro: Gillie Da Kid] Yeah You don't know how I was raised n***a 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 n***a on a mission Started out a kid lotta ambition On my birthday never got what I wishing for Daddy wasn't there, sh** 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 n***as 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 f**ed with It happened one time I was like f** this I went to zeddys house got his brother 38 Ran back around the corner set them n***as straight I tell ya from that day on Them old heads said he ain't the n***a to be preyed on Turned 18 sh** I would walk up on the corner and none of them n***as stay long And I ain't lyin' kid I had that iron Sig And my heart f**in bigger than a lions is From a city where they k** you, you don't mind your biz Never trust a n***a 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 m**m 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 sh** 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 n***a from the savages Yeah, you could blame it on my blood line How my uncle sold coke, crack, or h**n 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 n***as cut they nose off just to spite their face n***as 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 n***as with they work like a Monsoon I weigh coke on that scale in my moms room Push! [Hook]