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"oh gof sy s iy frord
gooikf goofkf
zity'ds likr zdk sfn sdftugtutg"
....Deep.
Do you feel used yet?
In west Philadelphia he was born and raised
On the playground where he 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 the neighbourhood
He got in one little fight and his mom got scared
And 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 homes take this ♥♥♥♥♥ to Bel-air!
He pulled up to a house about seven or eight
And he yelled to the cabby "Yo, homes smell you later!"
Looked at my kingdom he was finally there
To sit on the throne as the prince of Bel-air....