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[Intro: Gillie Da

You don't know how I was nigga
You wouldn't
Not at all (North Philly)
Six of us in a two-bedroom
it out

[Verse 1: Gillie Da
I'm just a on a mission
out a kid lotta ambition
On my never got what I wishing for
Daddy there, shit I didn't miss him though
Didn't blame it was the norm to us I mean
None of us my friends had daddys
I was raised by Avenue
We young niggas carry they'll bury you
So at a age I learned to fight for mines
Cause, I wasn't gon be that dude
picked on
Getting with
It one time
I was fuck this
I went to zeddys got his brother 38
Ran back around the corner set them straight
I tell ya from day on
I'm on sitting sayin he ain't the nigga to be prayed on
Turned 18
I would walk up on the corner and of them niggas stay long
Night kid
I had that cig
And my heart fuckin than a lions is
From a city where they kill you, you don't your biz
trust a nigga who asking you what time it is
Understand the rules, a jammy move
Act a fool I got tool that I plan to use

They don't know I be
don't know what I've done, done
Running through the city on a tryna get me one
They know what I've seen
They know where I come from, from
Running through the city on a tryna get me one

[Verse 2: Da Kid]
I the hand I was given
I'm a Muslim I give out on thanksgiving
Wasn't to the holidays
Just didn't want to see families starve that day (Nah)
what my heart told me
I ain't really know my art that's when God me
To do biz
Be the hood
for this ghetto shit
I be doing what I'm doing man I live
I be doing what I'm doing just to my kids
I would never of thought rap in this movie biz - Huh?
Whatever this Gillie Kid
Come from to somethin
Man it took
Your only get out of it you put in it
Hustle hard, seven
365 boy man I'm on my job

[Verse 3: T]
Yeah, I got your average rapper story
Came up with both parents they was for me
High school graduate college course dabbled
Still not a enough to save a nigga from the
Yeah, you could blame it on my line
How my uncle cold crack and heroin
Yeah, my eldest brother still a
Mama still cry but keep in that loser
God, the truth hurts but my saving grace
Niggas cut they nose off just to spite face
Niggas get they bros up just to a case
I was knockin O's off through my Jordan
High school with a like it's high noon
Ransackin spots like a typhoon
They flood niggas with work like a Monsoon
I coke on that scale in my moms room
Push!