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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 apartment
it out

[Verse 1: Gillie Da
I'm a nigga on a mission
Started out a kid lotta
On my birthday never got I wishing for
wasn't there, shit I didn't miss him though
Didn't either it was the norm to us I mean
None of us my had daddys either
I was raised by Erie
We young niggas carry they'll bury you
So at a young age I learned to for mines
Cause, I wasn't gon be that dude
picked on
Getting 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 sitting sayin he ain't the nigga to be on
18 shit
I would up on the corner and none of them niggas stay long
lion kid
I had that cig
And my heart fuckin than a lions is
From a city where kill you, you don't mind your biz
Never trust a who asking 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
don't 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 I come from, from
Running through the city on a mission get me one

2: Gillie Da Kid]
I played the I was given
I'm a Muslim I give out on thanksgiving
Wasn't to celebrate the
Just didn't want to see families starve 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 this ghetto
I be doing what I'm man I gotta live
I be doing what I'm just to feed my kids
I would never of thought 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
Hustle hard, twenty-four
365 boy man I'm on my job

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