| Uptown with the Harlem crew, live at the barbecue
|
| Decked out like an army troop
|
| Camouflage, gosh, I just got the car hand-washed
|
| The million-man march that goes by the name of William and Large
|
| Professor, the Best Of
|
| Isley Brothers banging out the system
|
| Whatever yo, it was inevitable
|
| Seen it clear something like a year ago
|
| Prophetic, Prof-etic
|
| Real official and authentic
|
| Some words that describe
|
| It’s a new day, just dropped my girl at a job
|
| Now I’m off to the office
|
| Jetting on the highway to add on to the opulence
|
| Straight chilling, I stay tilling
|
| The crops, I’m a job-bound graduate driving down Sedgewick
|
| Avenue, b-boys salute the admiral
|
| Prince Infinite Love Allah was the attribute
|
| Many moons ago
|
| I realized that life’s not a Broadway musical
|
| The rules and code
|
| Of the streets is what I went by since the group home
|
| Wore two-tone jeans and Lees and DVDs
|
| Even shop with EBTs
|
| Can’t tell me about the struggle
|
| Pin that ass to the grass and jump off the turnbuckle
|
| God told me my luck’ll change once I free the cage
|
| And start thinking long-range
|
| Ever since then I commence
|
| Battle on mad strong and add on to the opulence |