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[Intro: Gillie Da

You don't how I was raised nigga
You wouldn't
Not at all (North Philly)
Six of us in a two-bedroom
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
Daddy wasn't there, shit I miss him though
Didn't blame either it was the norm to us I
None of us my had daddys either
I was by Erie Avenue
We young niggas burners they'll bury you
So at a young age I to fight for mines
Cause, I wasn't gon be that scary
picked on
Getting fucked
It happened one
I was fuck this
I went to zeddys house got his 38
Ran back the corner set them niggas 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 none of them niggas long
Night kid
I had that cig
And my heart fuckin bigger a lions is
From a city where kill you, you don't mind your biz
Never trust a nigga who asking you what it is
the rules, that's a jammy move
Act a fool I got this tool that I to use

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

2: Gillie Da Kid]
I the hand I was given
I'm a Muslim I turkeys 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 my art that's when God chose me
To do biz
Be the voice
Spokesperson for this shit
I be doing what I'm doing man I live
I be doing what I'm doing just to my kids
I never of thought this rap in this movie biz - Huh?
Whatever this Gillie Kid
Come nothing to somethin
Man it took
Your get out of it what you put in it
hard, twenty-four seven
365 boy man I'm on my job

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