Uncle Murda - Tryna Get It lyrics

[Chorus:] I got so much to lose But I got so much to prove oh And i die for the sh** Im tryna get it it ain't over til i get it I'm just tryna pour up Drive a four in my Spider get my night away All i need is more money And we make my shooters take your life away Hey, Tryna Get it [Verse 1:] Growing up I ain't had nothing but beef in the streets CBD way i was creeping with he Now its team lady these b**hes be going crazy Can't stop til my moms is pushing that new mercedes But lately Ive been feeling like Mike jack Im thriller Im thriller man you can't get that light back These n***as woulda start it they like rats On a coreside with spy cat I mean they really on a coreside with spikes at I tell em double down we like that We gon' get it Since a youngin making money then i had to flip it I had to split it with my n***as they was always with me I had a dollar me and Ty split it 50/50 The definition of a G and you can see it in me I been to jail been to war ain't no b**hing in me All i see is dollar signs when I'm in that bentley Team made it we the mob tell them come and get me [Chorus] [Verse 2:] You thought it was bad well it got worse today I just circulate my circle war in your circulade We hit the club pouring up and throw like 30k Then hit the hood and shoot a vid and bring out 30k Now off the murder way, browns build up the murder rate No reversal brakes with this drive can't get no verses breaks Now your life at stake These my A1 n***as my day one n***as will take your life away I don't know who gon' die next Bloods k**ing bloods like homie ain't down my set Lil n***as playing with guns getting k**ed Mothers can't afford to bury their sons (she on welfare) I wanna k** a cop and brag about it on Worldstar And make em pull it up on a tight box Like GMG and DOD got a cop shot [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Im tryna get it Put on for the fam So we can expand it always been part of the plan Well f** for the gram and no i dnt uck with these b**hes We just stunt on them haters right in front of their b**hes I'm young and i'm gifted I'm blessed and i'm privileged Two dead homies want me on i regret i ain't list this I thought i told them this is more than just the music Now the dynasty is emerging we made history through the movement One finger up high Two guns in the sky They hoping i fail Im hoping they die Got criminal ties This how criminals fly In the [?] at night where my criminals cry KOB the recruiter DOD is them shooters The boy tweezie will squeeze And tell smurda to rooger Only winners no losers Drug money abusers To the top of the world Need a mountain to move us [Chorus]