Lyrics Tryna Get Me One (Main) - Pusha T , 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
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
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
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
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!
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