Tito Lopez - Tryna Get On lyrics

rate me

feat. Jon Connor

So it’s this what y’all been waiting for

Telling me low we just can’t take no more

Hoops is lace, eat my face, and a place in the world

I ain’t gonna go if I wanna, gonna, end up on your corner

Grown up, with a couple of nigga on a mission

You can end up missin

Gonna blow a little meeting, this mind’s a man

Time to win, lost a lot, feeling as strong as an ox

Could probably toss with rocks across the block, off the top

Find the softest spot, shoot to kill

Life is selfless rot

So my life post the lot, do this real

If y’all ain’t noticed, I’m focused

But niggas broke focus with niggas

Ain’t wrote one rap out of spect

When I act like I own you my bindess with bizness

Got all these people thinking I’m rich and shit

Like this is it, like I got some instant hit

Man I’m just tryina get position, shit

[Hook]

So don’t worry bout my pay, what I make, doing good

But if my mama still in the hood then what you thank

I’m tryna get on, I’m just tryna get on, I’m just tryna get on

Don’t ask me if I got a million dollars

You see me out in the drought, just shake my hand and holler

I’m tryna get on, I’m just tryna get on, I’m just tryna get on

I don’t really care how you feel about rap

Matter fact, I don’t care how you feel about that

That’s my frowl nigga get about that

Never give a second to the present my drop

At the game, hijack,

I ask, I ask who better right now

Not none, not never

Niggas couldn’t spit like me, if my mouth was dry

And my tongue got severed

…should I only need 2 letter

When I say fuck uh, then your girl get wetter

Niggas try to stay afloat, but I made a boat

When I hit every wave, I cope…

Oh you talking to a motherfucking genius

Hold that, niggas know when I’m hold back

Front row on the show, where the hoes at

Any nigga know kinda better, better know that

Bitch nigga on fire, where the hoes at

Wait, wait, so cold, …I make all you niggas can’t trace, a blank state

Sound like a problem, sound like a hoe, let me count on my sound

Like a gyzmo thousand,

Talking that shit, haters all on my dick

All they do is arouse me

Better call rap tousin, feeling like 80k how my heart be

Why I act like this, we just tryna get on,

That’s why I rap like this, gone!

[Hook]

So don’t worry bout my pay, what I make, doing good

But if my mama still in the hood then what you thank

I’m tryna get on, I’m just tryna get on, I’m just tryna get on

Don’t ask me if I got a million dollars

You see me out in the drought, just shake my hand and holler

I’m tryna get on, I’m just tryna get on, I’m just tryna get on

Nigga we the best out, but I keep my chest out

Cause sometimes I feel like left out, when the game’s stretched out

Y’all know what I mean, this routine

Speak to the streets, and they sleep till you release them charts

And once you start to eat, they gonn think that you weak

And you lost your heart

This is insane, crazy just ain’t the word

The right description, that’s fiction,

That’s an understatement, that’s basic

Nigga this is a mission to be great

It ain’t no decision, it’s just fate

At least for tito, I ain’t break these doors down

Just to get pussy like carlito

I don’t see no negro, Caucasian, latin or asian

It’s amazing, I’m brazing, as a kid that’s spend all of his days…

Gazing the stars, raising kids that weren’t his

And just blazing, aging so fast, he ain’t gonn last

What they thought on occasion

Hit by them straisin, excuse my phrasing

But fuck the bullshit, these bullets raging

It’s a war that’s waging, what side are you on nigga

What god you praising? Ha?