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[Intro: Gillie Da

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

[Verse 1: Da Kid]
I'm a nigga on a mission
Started out a kid ambition
On my birthday never got I wishing for
Daddy wasn't there, 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 burners they'll you
So at a age I learned to fight for mines
Cause, I gon be that scary dude
Getting on
fucked with
It one time
I was like 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 here sitting sayin he the nigga to be prayed on
18 shit
I would up on the corner and none of them niggas stay long
lion kid
I had iron cig
And my fuckin bigger than a lions is
From a where they kill you, you don't mind your biz
Never a nigga who asking you what time it is
the rules, that's a jammy move
Act a I got this tool that I plan to use

They don't know I be
They don't know I've done, done
Running the city on a mission tryna get me one
They don't know I've seen
They don't know where I come 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 turkeys out on
Wasn't to the holidays
Just didn't want to see families starve that day (Nah)
Doing what my told me
I ain't know my art that's when God chose me
To do biz
Be the hood
Spokesperson for ghetto shit
I be doing what I'm man I gotta live
I be doing what I'm doing just to my kids
I would of thought this rap in this movie biz - Huh?
Whatever this Gillie Kid
Come nothing to somethin
Man it took
only get out of it what 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 rapper story
Came up both parents they was clappin for me
High school graduate college course dabbled
Still not a to save a nigga from the savages
Yeah, you could blame it on my line
How my uncle sold cold and heroin
Yeah, my eldest still a user
Mama still cry but faith in that loser
God, the truth but it's my saving grace
Niggas cut they nose off just to spite face
Niggas get they bros up to dodge a case
I was knockin O's off my Jordan phase
High school with a like it's high noon
stash spots like a typhoon
They flood with they work like a Monsoon
I weigh on that scale in my moms room
Push!