Bars
Aye, what's really good
Let me take you to my hood
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 who 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 to belair"
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