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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: Da Kid]
I'm just a on a mission
out a kid lotta ambition
On my birthday got what I wishing for
Daddy wasn't there, I didn't miss him though
Didn't blame either it was the to us I mean
None of us my had daddys either
I was raised by Avenue
We niggas carry burners they'll bury you
So at a young age I learned to fight for
Cause, I gon be that scary dude
picked on
Getting fucked
It one time
I was like fuck
I went to zeddys house got his 38
Ran back around the corner set niggas straight
I tell ya from 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 stay long
lion kid
I had iron cig
And my heart fuckin bigger a lions 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, a jammy move
Act a I got this tool that I plan to use

They know what I be
They don't know what I've done,
Running through the city on a mission get me one
They don't know I've seen
They don't know I come from, from
Running through the city on a mission get me one

[Verse 2: Da Kid]
I the hand I was given
I'm a Muslim I give turkeys out on
to celebrate the holidays
Just didn't to see bunch families starve that day (Nah)
Doing what my heart me
I ain't really know my art that's God chose me
To do biz
Be the voice
Spokesperson for this ghetto
I be doing what I'm doing man I live
I be doing what I'm doing to feed my kids
I would never of thought rap in this movie biz - Huh?
accept 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 average rapper story
Came up both parents they was clappin for me
High school graduate college course with
not a enough to save a nigga from the savages
Yeah, you blame it on my blood line
How my uncle sold crack and heroin
Yeah, my brother still a user
Mama cry but keep faith in that loser
God, the truth hurts but it's my grace
Niggas cut they nose off just to spite their
Niggas get they up just to dodge a case
I was knockin O's off through my Jordan
High school with a like it's high noon
Ransackin stash spots like a
They flood niggas they work like a Monsoon
I weigh coke on scale in my moms room
Push!