In west philladephia born and raised, on the playground is where I spent most of my days. Chillin out max and relaxing all cool and I'm shooting some b-ball outside the school, when a couple of guys who were up to no good, started making trouble in my neighborhood. I got in one lil' fight and my moms got scared she said "Your moving to your aunty and uncles house in belair". I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the licence plate read fresh and a dice and a mere, if anything I knew that this cab was rare so I said "Yo forget it yo homes to belair!". I pulled up to a house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabby yo homes smell ya lata'. I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there. To sit on my throne as the prince of belair.
