Brooklyn kids get biz and business forever flowing like,
get it how you know it like, it all becomes so alike,
being what you see til they put the Dʼs in the open right?,
it always seems to get brightest under the lowest lights,
we was tryna see what they try and keep out the open right?, motivated off being the need a motive type,
know the shit thatʼs waiting is giving way,
to handing out dinner plates, and camping out,
sending strays,
the balance of bigger names, my pops name did it all,
he said “when a winner falls, donʼt think he ainʼt win at all,
just think what that winning costs, and fuck tryna get a draw”,
Leroy Campbell shopping, he said it while getting art,
grew up where the walls were like a gallery,
the park was like a canopy, being under both is what provoke what all the balance be,
seeing where the dope can help you go is what emphatically,
kept me off the stoop more, truly yours,
then I threw my Pennyʼs on, and my block hit a pause,
like “Skyler them shits is hard”, then my block hit applause,
‘cause I had the jersey with ‘em, and it had just hit the stores,
‘and my shit was low key, I was just living God,
God help us to see what the park dealt us,
nothing repeated ever,
except when custies ainʼt eating better, theyʼd eat whatever,
I was running JV point, getting my three together,
wrong time to be seeing better, It seemed to get us,
back when Illmatic was jumping up out a Rover,
double parked on Waverly, it started to relate to me,
drawn like it was made for me, corner store drapery,
but my handle was still there faithfully,
when son was saying that he hold a Mack 11 and attacking a reverend,
it felt God sent so we wasnʼt asking no questions,
in front of the park bench where we saw the manic depressives
that could make the floors lift when they got a pack of the essence,
thinking regardless, if we know that thatʼs whatʼs expected,
then we was all in to see whatʼs in back of the dresser,
my peoples had older brothers to give them access,
I was older brother in my crib, dough in the mattress,
still on my Penny shit though, talking through any zip code, corner 3 like a demo, ‘fore the semiʼs would hit though,
I had the black away one and I had the USA one,
I wore ‘em once a week and it felt like how Nas tape run, Henny was in the freezer, we caught a splash,
bitches would beep us and weʼd be like “where these quarters at” to call ‘em back, moms told me “do what you do, but donʼt be rawing that”,
I used to try and rip by the stoop but shorties was off of that
I can bird box from the stoop to where the corner at,
and every hood feels like a loop if you embark from that,
went to lunch with Penny and told him ‘bout every part of that, we ordered the same plates and then traded autographs, cause son...
Hook:
Son, my whole block was in Penny jerseys,
I wore mine and it felt like the whole city heard me (Repeat 4x)
