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[Intro: Gillie Da

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: Da Kid]
I'm just a nigga on a
Started out a kid lotta
On my birthday got what I wishing for
Daddy there, shit I didn't miss him though
Didn't blame it was the norm to us I mean
None of us my friends had daddys
I was raised by Erie
We young carry burners they'll bury you
So at a young age I learned to for mines
Cause, I gon be that scary dude
Getting on
Getting with
It happened one
I was like fuck
I went to zeddys house got his 38
Ran around 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
Turned 18
I walk up on the corner and none of them niggas stay long
Night kid
I had that cig
And my heart fuckin bigger a lions is
From a city they kill you, you don't mind your biz
trust a nigga who asking you what 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 city on a mission get me one
They don't know what seen
They don't know where I come from,
through the city on a mission tryna get me one

[Verse 2: Da Kid]
I played the I was given
I'm a Muslim I give out on thanksgiving
to celebrate the holidays
Just didn't want to see families starve that day (Nah)
Doing my heart told me
I ain't know my art that's when God chose me
To do biz
Be the hood
Spokesperson for this ghetto
I be doing I'm doing man I gotta live
I be doing what I'm doing just to my kids
I would never of thought this rap in this biz - Huh?
accept this Gillie Kid
Come from to somethin
Man it limits
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 got your average rapper story
Came up both parents they was clappin for me
High school graduate college course with
Still not a enough to save a from the savages
Yeah, you could blame it on my blood
How my uncle sold crack and heroin
Yeah, my eldest still a user
Mama still cry but keep faith in that
God, the truth hurts but it's my grace
Niggas cut they off just to spite their face
get they bros up just to dodge a case
I was knockin O's off my Jordan phase
High school a pistol like it's high noon
Ransackin stash spots like a
They flood niggas with they work a Monsoon
I weigh coke on that in my moms room
Push!