[Interlude]

[Samoan music in background]

[?]

[Will Smith & female voice]

Now this is a story all about how

My life got flipped turned upside down (Ventry!)

And I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there ([?])

I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air ([?])

([?])

In West Philadelphia born and raised (Open your mouth and talk to me!)

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 (Ventry!)

Started making trouble in my neighborhood ([?])

I got in one little fight and my mom got scared ([?])

And said "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air" (huh?)

I whistled for a cab and when it came near (Ventry)

The license plate said 'Fresh' and it had dice in the mirror (If I ever, ever, ever find this again in your clothes)

If anything I could say that this cab was rare

But I thought "Nah, forget it, yo, Holmes, to Bel-Air!" (I'm gonna [?] in your [?])

I pulled

Up to a house about seven or eight ([?])

And I yelled to the cabbie "Yo', Holmes, smell ya later"

Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there

To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air

[Airplane noises]

[Intro: Male voice 1/Sample/Male voice 2]

"Uh"

It's the real [?]

"Yeah"

"If you don't let me do what I do-"

"Also, real shit, uce, it's like we flew all the way from Samoa to come out here to get away from starving

And we're still starvin' out there, uce!" (It's the real [?])

"We gotta get in the studio, ha!"

"Listen up, [?]"

I'm bein' straight up on this, but what the fuck [?]"

"What's in front of you, huh?"

"I know what you're sayin', uce, what's in front of us? That's what we got. But I'm tryna change what's in front of you"

"You shit, [?]"

"Nigga, that's what I'm sayin' though! I'm tryna change shit, so we can be something"

[Verse 1: Poetik]

Came up in the ghetto where them blades stay sharp in the nighttime

[?], never fuck with the moonshine

Big booty, slim waist on a thick dime

Yeah, that's me, 'bout to go deeper

After that [?] by the bass we fuck

We smoke, we fuck, it's a good weekend

I'm in your with your titties, baby

But I gotta get back to the ground

One time for the 6-eighty-5, A-P-I-A

Slick tongue when I flip rhymes

Left numb like the clit of a dime, thank you ma-DAM for the bomb puss

How much time does it take to perfect the rhyme?

Same amount of time it took to bag an ounce

Hustlin' on the block, the flags is out

Gotta watch for the cops, them fags is out

[Refrain: Poetik]

Rollin' through the ville

I'm in love with these streets

You can't keep me away

I'm runnin' through 'em daily

[Verse 2: Poetik]

So much smoke, I need oxygen

Now that's a big [?] but you know it, bitch

I always dream to [?] modern (what)

Jackie Chan, I got 'em (what)

Hit the bong with the son of a high chew

Spittin' game properly, never done sloppy

An MC but they label me Poly

Yet it's my own kind here tryna stop me

I had to rearrange the game

'Cause motherfuckers name they line and in love with the crack pipe

Settle down, you ain't built for the fast life

Study up, better get your little act right

Act right, agua

In a cup, fill it up, what, what

Now look at my whip, bitch

I'm ghetto as shit

[?] a cold day in hell when

I end up sellin' my soul

And I ain't gotta prove I'm the man, that's facts

[?] on the groove, my uce plays tracks, it's like that

[Outro: Poetik]

Shoutout to everybody that used to laugh when they hear me say I'm from Apia City like I can't rap

Man, fuck you!