[Fresh Prince of Bel Air sample]

[All: Uncle Trill]

Ayy yo my people call me Uncle Trill
I’ve been the law since my finger touched a dollar bill
Live in Bel-Air with the bel-hop
Sendin’ people to the cell block
Man of dimension, the man in the blouse
Swappin’ out spouses for spittin’
Out they spout like clout
Got a grown kid from Philly actin’ white in my house
And if his DJ with the shades shady and loud?
No scuffin’ up my marble man
I’m tossin’ him out
They say I’m white-washed uppity, man
That’s tom-fuckery
Who was there with Malcom?
Who was up in the crowd and
Proposed to his trick on Soul Train
Who was listenin’ to James Brown gettin *it done*
Just to have someone he cares
Tellin’ him he ain’t shit
Boy you better watch your lip, Will
[you’re] just a kid, and I, I played ya pops
More than pops ever did
There’s a reason why I’m eatin’ good
And *ballin’ like this*
While ya mom pack your bags
From your block to my crib
I been there, man, all unfold
Seen my people go cold
Seen my people go numb
From the death drugs gang life, all into one
Better count your lucky stars
You ain’t livin like that
Even though you got it hard
Still growin’ up black
But I got your back son
Can I call you my son?
I see you as one
Right next to Carlton, son
We’re gonna have some deep fights
But I got you, my son
You ain’t used to this life
But still love you my son
I just hope that I can give you
What you never fuckin’ had
Nah not the riches or the rank
Just a dad

Feel me? I love you like my own son, Will

I see you being a bad influence to my own son
And I don’t like that
That means I gotta raise you
Just like I, raise my son

I see you with these clowns
I don’t want you to live that life, man
I want you to live-I want you, to get what I got

Got these-
Got these cars
Got these butlers
Got, you know, one butler
But He’s really good though
That’s the man, i won’t pay him shit
That’s why that one time, that one episode of-
Oh shit, I’m not supposed to know my life’s a TV show-