In West Philadelphia, born and raised, in the playground is where I spent most of my days. Chillin’ out, maxin’, relaxin’, all was cool, and shooting some B-ball outside of school. When a couple of guys, they were up to no good, started making trouble in my neighbourhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared. She said ‘Your 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 it was enticing to me. If anything I could say that this cab was rare but i thought, nah forget it, ‘yo home to Bel-Air!’ I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabbie ‘yo home smell you later’, I looked at my kingdom, I was finally here! To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air.
Philly. This is why we’re famous.






