In west Philadelphia,
Born and raised,
On the playground is where I spent most of my days!
Chillin out, maxxin, relaxin all cool,
Shootin some B-ball outside of the school,
When a couple of guys who were up to no good
Started some trouble in my neighborhood!
I got in one little fight
And my mom got scared,
And said, \"You're moving in with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air!\"
"}I never smoked, never drank,
Had no drugs in my system,
Never had no social life,
Never had any tattoos,
Never seen the inside of a bar,
Never knew what food was.
It was tough, and it was rough.
But it was the best time of my life,
The gangster shit was cool.
I’m from the hood, and you don’t see white people
Talkin bout real life, cause we out here
Building a career, making money.
We out here not trippin and gettin fucked up,
We chilling and chillin.
But I never had no
No chillin’ since the gangster days.
I seen my friends,
One by one,
I was the last one to go.
The day I was
On my way up, got pulled over.
And they took me
In the back of the van.
It was dangerous,
I was out
Wearing a sweatshirt on the cold streets.
It was cold, and it was tough,
But there I was, and they were gone.
Cause they
Just wanted me for being
On the run.
Now I’m here, and
I never had no choice.
So, this is my
Truth and my belief.
You’re in Bel-Air and I’m here,
And that’s why,
People don’t treat me
Different around Bel-Air.
Except for the shit with the
Cops, and the pussies on the bus.
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Them streets, the hood,
It meant something to me.
And all I got is death.
My time has come.
Take my life,
But leave my dream
Behind.