| Aye I’m feeling like fresh prince
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| Fresh prince
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| I might mess around and call Will Smith
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| I’m somewhere between Martin Luther king and 99 master p
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| I might pull up in a tank with RMG beside me
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| Nashville Tennessee, yea you know that’s where I be
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| How you do this without a deal, I told em God signed me
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| Don’t try to check me
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| I serve a rapper like Jeffery
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| Prolly why most of em salty
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| So I drink they tears like a Pepsi
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| I pull the card of a rapper that act like he play for Bel Air and he ballin
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| Told em, show me them racks bet that he dance round the truth like he Carlton
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| If it ain’t about progress, it’s dead to me
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| They want the soul food and I got the recipe
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| I talk to God and he told me I better be
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| Acting like royalty, acting royalty uh
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| They tell me when you at the top, it’s lonely
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| I don’t believe em, I’ll bring all my homies
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| They was wit me, all we had was rice a roni
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| Just a bunch of kings, Trill only
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| Aye I’m feeling like fresh prince
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| Fresh prince
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| I might mess around and call Will Smith
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| Outside the car dark skinned like Vivian
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| Inside the car light skinned like Vivian
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| How many times gotta tell you I’m different
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| Can’t fit my throne in that box that y’all put me in
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| And this difference is the independence that I’m living
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| Try to get you in attendance
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| Any opposition trying stop the kingdom that we building
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| I hope they all offended
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| Don’t know who are so I’m telling it
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| Whipping this cut through yo hood like a chariot
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| Dodging these Judas Iscariots
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| Trapped in this system that wanna make us slaves and then bury us
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| So glory hallelujah, I know they watching my maneuvers
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| So I ride the beat like it’s a Uber
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| You want the truth I’ll bring it to you
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| Jesus the king and I’m a prince
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| You see it in my fingerprints
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| Gave me new flavor I’m running with
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| Keep my old flow mane just pay the rent |