[Intro: Gillie Da Kid]
Yeah
You don't know How I was raised ^!$$%

You wouldn't undertsand
Not at all (North Philly)
Six of us in a two-bedroom apartment

Think it out

[Verse 1: Gillie Da Kid]

I'm just a ^!$$% on a mission
Started out a kid a lot ambition
On my birthday never got what I wishing for

Daddy wasn't there but %#@! 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 eerie Avenue
We young ^!$$%s carry burners they'll bury you
So at a young age I learned to fight for mines

Cause I wasn't gon be that scary dude
Getting picked on
Getting $#&@ed with

It happened one time
I was like $#&@ this
I went to zeddys house got his brother 38

Ran back around the corner set them ^!$$%s straight
I tell ya from that day on
I'm on sitting sayin he aint the ^!$$% to be prayed on

Turned 18 %#@!,
I would walk up on the corner and none of them ^!$$%s stay long
Night lion kid

I had that iron cig
And my heart $#&@in bigger than a lions is
From a city where they kill you, you don't mind your business

Never trust 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 throught the city on a mission tryna get me one


[Verse 2: Gillie Da Kid]
I played the hand I was given
I'm a Muslim I give turkeys out onThanksgiving

Wasn't to celebrate the holidays
Just didn't want to see bunch familys starve that day
Doing what my heart told me

I aint really know my art that's when God chose me
To do this biz
Be the hood voice

Spokesperson for this ghetto %#@!
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]

[Verse 3: Pusha T]

Yeah, I aint got your average rapper story
Came up with both parents they were clappin for me
High school graduate college course dabal with

Still not a enough to save a ^!$$% from the savages
Yeah, you could blame it on my blood line
How my uncle sold cold crack and !@(%

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
^!$$%s cut they nose off just to spite their face
^!$$%s 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
Grand stackin stash spots like a typhoon
They flood ^!$$%s with they work like a Monsoon
I weigh !@&@e on that scale in my moms room

Push

[Hook]