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[Intro: Da Kid]

You know how I was raised nigga
You wouldn't
Not at all (North Philly)
Six of us in a apartment
it out

[Verse 1: Gillie Da
I'm a nigga on a mission
out a kid lotta ambition
On my birthday never got what I for
wasn't there, shit I didn't miss him though
Didn't blame either it was the to us I mean
None of us my friends had daddys
I was raised by Erie
We young carry burners they'll bury you
So at a young age I learned to for mines
Cause, I wasn't gon be that scary
Getting on
fucked with
It happened one
I was like this
I went to zeddys got his brother 38
Ran back around the corner set them straight
I ya from that day on
I'm on here sayin he ain't the nigga to be prayed on
18 shit
I would walk up on the corner and of them niggas stay long
Night kid
I had iron cig
And my heart fuckin bigger than a is
From a where they kill you, you don't mind your biz
Never trust a nigga who you what time it is
Understand the rules, that's a jammy
Act a fool I got this tool I plan to use

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

[Verse 2: Gillie Da
I played the hand I was
I'm a Muslim I turkeys out on thanksgiving
to celebrate the holidays
Just want to see bunch families starve that day (Nah)
Doing what my told me
I really know my art that's when God chose me
To do biz
Be the hood
Spokesperson for ghetto shit
I be doing what I'm doing man I live
I be doing I'm doing just to feed my kids
I never of thought this rap in this movie biz - Huh?
Whatever this Gillie Kid
Come from nothing to
Man it took
only get out of it what you put in it
Hustle hard, twenty-four
365 boy man I'm on my job

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