Opulence - Large Professor

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