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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 just a on a mission
Started out a kid ambition
On my birthday got what I wishing for
Daddy wasn't there, shit I didn't him though
Didn't either it was the norm to us I mean
None of us my friends had either
I was by Erie Avenue
We young niggas carry burners bury you
So at a young age I learned to for mines
Cause, I wasn't gon be scary dude
picked on
Getting fucked
It happened one
I was fuck this
I went to house got his brother 38
Ran back around the set them niggas straight
I ya from that day on
I'm on here sitting sayin he 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 than a is
From a city where kill you, you don't mind your biz
Never trust a nigga who asking you time it is
Understand the rules, that's a jammy
Act a fool I got this that I plan to use

They don't what I be
They don't know what done, done
Running through the on a mission tryna get me one
They don't know what seen
don't know where 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
to celebrate the holidays
Just didn't want to see bunch families starve day (Nah)
Doing what my heart me
I ain't really my art that's when God chose me
To do biz
Be the voice
Spokesperson for this ghetto
I be doing what I'm man I gotta live
I be doing what I'm doing to feed my kids
I would of thought this rap in this movie biz - Huh?
Whatever accept Gillie Kid
Come from to somethin
Man it limits
Your only get out of it 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
up with both parents they was clappin for me
High graduate college course dabbled with
not a enough to save a nigga from the savages
Yeah, you could it on my blood line
How my sold cold crack and heroin
Yeah, my eldest still a user
still cry but keep faith in that loser
God, the hurts but it's my saving grace
Niggas cut they nose off just to spite their
Niggas get they bros up just to dodge a
I was knockin O's off my Jordan phase
High school with a pistol like high noon
stash spots like a typhoon
They flood niggas with they work a Monsoon
I coke on that scale in my moms room
Push!