(Intro: Gillie Da Kid)
Yeah
You don't know how I was raised n***a
You wouldn't understand
Not at all (North Philly)
Six of us in a two-bedroom apartment
Figure it out
(Verse 1: Gillie Da Kid)
I'm just a n***a on a mission
Started out a kid lotta ambition
On my birthday never got what I wishing for
Daddy wasn't there, sh** I didn't miss him though
Didn't blame either it was the norm to us I mean
None of us my friends had daddys either
I was raised by Erie Avenue
We young n***as carry burners they’ll bury you
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So at a young age I learned to fight for mines
Cause, I wasn’t gon be that scary dude
Getting picked on
Getting f**ed with
It happened one time
I was like f** this
I went to zeddys house got his brother 38
Ran back around the corner set them n***as straight
I tell ya from that day on
I’m on here sitting sayin he ain't the n***a to be prayed on
Turned 18 sh**
I would walk up on the corner and none of them n***as stay long
Night lion kid
I had that iron cig
And my heart f**in bigger than a lions is
From a city where they k** you, you don't mind your biz
Never trust a n***a who asking you what time it is?
Understand the rules, that's a Jimmy move
Act a fool I got this tool that I plan to use
(Hook)
They don't know what I be
They don’t know what I’ve done, done
Running through the city on a mission tryna get me one
They don't know what I’ve seen
They don’t know where I come from, from
Running through the city on a mission tryna get me one
(Verse 2: Gillie Da Kid)
I played the hand I was given
I’m a m**m I give turkeys out on thanksgiving
Wasn't to celebrate the holidays
Just didn't want to see bunch families starve that day (Nah)
Doing what my heart told me
I ain't really know my art that's when God chose me
To do this biz
Be the hood voice
Spokesperson for this ghetto sh**
I be doing what I'm doing man I gotta live
I be doing what I'm doing just to feed my kids
I would never of thought this rap in this movie biz - Huh?
Whatever accept this Gillie Kid
Come from nothing to somethin
Man it took limits
Your only get out of it what you put in it
Hustle hard, twenty-four seven
365 boy man I'm always on my job
(Hook)
They don't know what I be
They don’t know what I’ve done, done
Running through the city on a mission tryna get me one
They don't know what I’ve seen
They don’t know where I come from, from
Running through the city on a mission tryna get me one
(Verse 3: Pusha T)
Yeah, I ain't got your average rapper story
Came up with both parents they was clappin for me
High school graduate college course dabbled with
Still not a enough to save a n***a from the savages
Yeah, you could blame it on my blood line
How my uncle sold cold crack and h**n
Yeah, my eldest brother still a user
Mama still cry but keep faith in that loser
God, the truth hurts but it's my saving grace
n***as cut they nose off just to spite their face
n***as get they bros up just to dodge a case
I was knockin O’s off through my Jordan phase
High school with a pistol like it's high noon
Ransackin stash spots like a typhoon
They flood n***as with they work like a Monsoon
I weigh coke on that scale in my moms room
Push!
(Hook)
They don't know what I be
They don’t know what I’ve done, done
Running through the city on a mission tryna get me one
They don't know what I’ve seen
They don’t know where I come from, from
Running through the city on a mission tryna get me one