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[Intro: Gillie Da

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

[Verse 1: Da Kid]
I'm just a nigga on a
out a kid lotta ambition
On my birthday got what I wishing for
Daddy wasn't there, shit I didn't miss him
Didn't either it was the norm to us I mean
None of us my friends had either
I was raised by Avenue
We young niggas burners they'll 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 happened one
I was like this
I to zeddys 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 nigga to be on
Turned 18
I would up on the corner and none of them niggas stay long
lion kid
I had iron cig
And my heart fuckin bigger than a is
From a city where they 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 that I plan to use

They know what I be
They know what I've done, done
Running through the city on a tryna get me one
They don't what I've seen
They don't know where I 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 I give turkeys out on thanksgiving
to celebrate the holidays
Just didn't want to see bunch families that day (Nah)
Doing my heart told me
I ain't really 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 what I'm doing just to feed my kids
I would of thought this rap in this movie biz - Huh?
Whatever accept Gillie Kid
from nothing to somethin
Man it limits
Your get out of it what 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 parents was clappin for me
High school graduate college course dabbled
Still not a enough to a nigga from the savages
Yeah, you could blame it on my blood
How my sold cold crack and heroin
Yeah, my eldest still a user
Mama still cry but keep faith in that
God, the hurts but it's my saving grace
Niggas cut they off just to spite their face
Niggas get they up just to dodge a case
I was knockin O's off through my phase
High school with a pistol it's high noon
Ransackin stash like a typhoon
They flood niggas with they work like a
I weigh on that scale in my moms room
Push!