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[Intro: Gillie Da

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

[Verse 1: Gillie Da
I'm just a nigga on a
out a kid lotta ambition
On my birthday never got I wishing for
Daddy wasn't there, shit I didn't him though
blame either it was the norm to us I mean
None of us my friends had either
I was raised by Avenue
We young niggas carry burners bury you
So at a young age I to fight for mines
Cause, I gon be that scary dude
Getting on
Getting with
It one time
I was like this
I to zeddys house got his brother 38
Ran around the corner set them niggas straight
I ya from that day on
I'm on here sayin he ain't the nigga to be prayed on
18 shit
I would walk up on the corner and none of them stay long
Night kid
I had that cig
And my heart fuckin bigger a lions is
From a city where they you, you don't mind your biz
Never trust a nigga who asking you what it is
Understand the rules, that's a jammy
Act a fool I got this tool I plan to use

They know what I be
They don't know what I've done,
Running through the city on a tryna get me one
They don't know I've seen
don't know where I come from, from
Running through the city on a tryna 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 the holidays
Just didn't want to see bunch starve that day (Nah)
what my heart told me
I ain't really know my art that's when God me
To do biz
Be the hood
Spokesperson for this shit
I be doing what I'm man I gotta live
I be doing I'm doing just to feed my kids
I would of thought this rap in this movie biz - Huh?
Whatever accept this Kid
Come nothing to somethin
Man it limits
Your get out of it what you put in it
Hustle hard, seven
365 boy man I'm on my job

[Verse 3: T]
Yeah, I got your average rapper story
Came up with both parents was clappin for me
High school graduate college course 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
Mama still cry but keep faith in that
God, the truth hurts but it's my saving
Niggas cut they nose off to spite their face
Niggas get they bros up to dodge a case
I was O's off through my Jordan phase
High school with a pistol like it's high
Ransackin stash like a typhoon
They niggas with they work like a Monsoon
I weigh on that scale in my moms room
Push!