[Beat Intro - Mellow, soulful sample drops]Yo, listen close, this ain't no fairy tale, nah,More like a concrete saga, from the block to the villa's sprawl.West Philly asphalt, where the real stories are born,Hustle in my veins, born on a stormy morn.Basketball court, my sanctuary, my throne,Till one wrong move left my future overthrown.[Scratch - Vinyl rewinds]Couple cats on the blacktop, talkin' slick, talkin' wild,Next thing you know, a scuffle, then the cops compiled.My momma's eyes, fear mixed with a hardened gaze,Said, 'Son, your destiny's tangled in these city's maze.'[Spoken Word - Deep voice, a sigh]'Pack your bags, boy, you ain't stayin' round.'Taxi cab pullin' up, the engine's low sound.Suitcase full of memories, a heart full of doubt,Headed to the promised land, no clear way out.California sun, they said it cleanses the soul,But this ain't no sunshine trip, it's a mission, take control.[Key Change - Subtle, lifts the mood slightly]Fresh out the gate, mansion gates swingin' wide,Butler lookin' sideways, nowhere left to hide.Cousins in cashmere, talkin' 'bout trust funds and yachts,While I'm calculatin' angles, connectin' street-level dots.Yeah, they call it Bel-Air, a different kind of jungle,Same principles apply, you just gotta never stumble.[Build-up - Beat gets heavier, drums more prominent]From block king to this mansion's unexpected heir,Still got that Philly swagger, a royal cross to bear.They wanted to change me, mold me, make me one of their own,But the concrete truth within me, it can never be overthrown.[Ad-lib - 'Uh huh!']Learned to sip champagne, but still miss the corner store's brew,Navigatin' white-glove dinners, teachin' them somethin' new.The 'Prince' they whisper, yeah, the title might stick,But don't forget where I started, every grimy brick.[Freestyle Section - Flow becomes more intricate, less structured]Still got that street intellect, the wisdom in my gaze,Turnin' gilded cages into my personal maze.Every laugh, every lesson, every stumble, every gain,Proved a Philly kid's blueprint can weather any rain.[Solo - Saxophone riff, short and smooth, then back to beat]So when they see the crown, they see the polished sheen,They don't know the journey, the battles unforeseen.This ain't just a zip code; it's a mindset, a rebirth,The Prince of Bel-Air, proof of my inherent worth.[Fade-Out - Beat slows, bass lingers]Yeah, a Prince... but the streets made me a king first.[Coda - Final beat drop, then silence]