[Intro: Gillie Da Kid]
Yeah
You don't know how I was raised [bad word] 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 [bad word] on a mission
Started out a kid lotta ambition
On my birthday never got what I wishing for
Daddy wasn't there, [bad word] 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 niggas 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 [bad word] with
It happened one time
I was like [bad word] this
I went to zeddys house got his brother 38
Ran back around the corner set them niggas straight
I tell ya from that day on
I’m on here sitting sayin he ain't the [bad word] to be prayed on
Turned 18 [bad word] I would walk up on the corner and none of them niggas stay long
Night lion kid
I had that iron cig
And my heart [bad word] bigger than a lions is
From a city where they kill you, you don't mind your biz
Never [bad word] a [bad word] who asking you what time it is
Understand [bad word]  that's a jammy 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, [bad word] through the city on a mission tryna get me one
They don't know what I’ve seen
They don’t know where [bad word] from, [bad word] 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 Muslim 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 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 [bad word] from the savages
Yeah, you could blame it on my blood line
How my uncle sold cold crack and heroin
Yeah, my eldest brother still a user
Mama still cry but keep faith in that loser
God, the [bad word] hurts but it's my saving grace
Niggas cut they nose off just to spite their face
Niggas 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 niggas with they work like a Monsoon
I weigh coke on that scale in my moms room
Push!

[Hook]