22/m/ iiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn west Philadelphia born and raised, on the playground is where i spent most of my days

Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school

When a couple of guys, they were up to no good

Started making trouble in my neighborhood

I got in one little fight and my mom got scared She said “you’re moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air”

I whistled for a cab and when it came near the License plate said “Fresh” and had a dice in the mirror

If anything I could say that this cab was rare But I thought nah forget it, yo home to Bel-Air

I pulled up to a house about seven or eight

And I yelled to the cabby “Yo, homie smell you later”

Looked at my kingdom I was finally there To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.