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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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