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[Intro: Da Kid]

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

[Verse 1: Da Kid]
I'm just a nigga on a
Started out a kid ambition
On my never got what I wishing for
Daddy wasn't there, shit I didn't him though
Didn't blame either it was the norm to us I
of us my friends had daddys either
I was by Erie Avenue
We young niggas carry burners bury you
So at a age I learned to fight for mines
Cause, I wasn't gon be that scary
picked on
Getting fucked
It one time
I was fuck this
I went to house got his brother 38
Ran back the corner set them niggas straight
I ya from that day on
I'm on here sitting sayin he ain't the to be prayed on
18 shit
I would walk up on the corner and none of them niggas long
Night kid
I had that cig
And my fuckin bigger than a lions is
From a where they kill you, you don't mind your biz
Never trust a nigga who you what time it is
the rules, that's a jammy move
Act a fool I got this tool I plan to use

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

2: Gillie Da Kid]
I the hand I was given
I'm a I give turkeys out on thanksgiving
to celebrate the holidays
Just didn't want to see families starve that day (Nah)
Doing what my heart 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 I'm doing man I gotta live
I be doing what I'm doing just to my kids
I never of thought this rap in this movie biz - Huh?
accept this Gillie Kid
Come nothing to somethin
Man it limits
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 ain't got average rapper story
Came up with both they was clappin for me
High graduate college course dabbled with
Still not a to save a nigga from the savages
Yeah, you blame it on my blood line
How my uncle cold crack and heroin
Yeah, my eldest brother still a
still cry but keep faith in that loser
God, the truth hurts but it's my grace
Niggas cut they nose off just to their face
Niggas get bros up just to dodge a case
I was O's off through my Jordan phase
High with a pistol like it's high noon
stash spots like a typhoon
They flood niggas with they like a Monsoon
I weigh coke on that scale in my room
Push!