[Intro: Gillie Da Kid]
Yeah
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 (EA)
Figure it out

[Verse 1: Gillie Da Kid]
I'm just a n***a on a mission (Mission)
Started out a kid, lotta ambition
On my birthday, never got what I wishing for (Never)
Daddy wasn't there, shit, I didn't miss him though
Didn't blame him either, it was the norm to us, I mean
None of my friends had daddies either
I was raised by Erie Avenue
We young n***as 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 (Nah)
Getting picked on (Picked on), getting fucked with
It happened one time (Time), I was like, "Fuck this"
I went to Zeddy house, got his brother thirty-eight (Thirty-eight)
Ran back around that corner, set them n***as straight (Brrah)
I tell you from that day on
Them old-heads said he ain't the n***a to be preyed on
Turned eighteen, shit
I would walk up on the corner and none of them n***as stay long
And I ain't lyin', kid, I had that iron SIG
And my heart fuckin bigger than a lion's is
From a city where they kill you, you don't mind your biz (Yeah)
Never trust a n***a who asking you what time it is (Yeah)
Understand the rules, that's a jammy move (Move)
Act a fool, I got this tool that I plan to use
[Chorus: Gillie Da Kid]
They don't know where I've been
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
Don't know where I come from, from
Running through the city on a mission tryna get me one (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Gillie Da Kid]
I played the hand I was given (Given)
I'm a Muslim, I gave turkeys out on Thanksgiving (Huh?)
Wasn't to celebrate the holidays (Nah)
Just didn't wanna see bunch of families starve that day (Nah)
Doin' what my heart told me (Told me)
I ain't really know my art and that's when God chose me (What?)
To do this biz, be the hood voice (What?)
Spokesperson for the ghetto, shit
I be doin' what I'm doin', man, I gotta live (I gotta live)
I be doin' what I'm doin' just to feed my kids (My youngins)
I would've never of thought there's rappin' in this movie biz (Huh?)
Whatever accepted this Philly kid
Come from nothin' to somethin', man, it took limits (It took limits)
You're only gon' get out of it what you put in it (Yeah)
Hustle hard, twenty-four-seven (Seven)
Three-sixty-five, boy, I'm always on my job, that's right
[Chorus: Pusha T]
They don't know where I've been (Y'all n***as don't know where I'm from)
They don't know what I've done, done (Y'all n***as don't know what I done)
Running through the city on a mission tryna get me one (Gil, what up?)
They don't know what I've seen (You know I come from a real good life)
Don't know where I come from, from (What that mean though?)
Running through the city on a mission tryna get me one (I'll still kill all of you n***as)

[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 enough to save a n***a from the savages
Yeah, you could blame it on my bloodline
How my uncle sold coke, crack, or heroin
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 they face
N***as give 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, hahahaha
[Chorus]
They don't know where I've been
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
Don't know where I come from, from
Running through the city on a mission tryna get me one