[Verse: Joell Ortiz]
I remember when it was a gold coin with a dot through it
If you dropped one in the turnstile then you got through it
That's what all the working folks did before I got to it
Me? I checked my surroundings and then I just hopped through it
If i saw a brand new homeless man, I would not do it
Field boots and puffy hoodie, that's the cop stupid
I got a ball game in the city ain't got no time to take no L's, buy a token Younger Joell waits for the L
Walk by a true homeless man, you won't forget the smell
Can't even sit by them, they get that whole bench to theyself
I was staying near the edge of the platform, where the rats storm
It's hundreds of them down in them tracks getting they snack on
If any of them couldn't keep up, then they came back for them
Could see they all would scatter when the train's one stop away
My first GPS, they gave me the ETA
I'll navigate this MTA 'till I get to the NBA
Fast forward
Headphones over my ears, right thumb pressing and play
On that anti-shock CD-Walkman from RCA
Transferring on eight avenue just waiting on that A train to take me uptown And buy the grams of that yay
Smoking between the carts with my boys from around the way
Pocket full of re-up, hope the block ain't hot today
I would get the butterflies when I was a couple of stops away
Doors open up
Fiends everywhere
You'll never forget the smell of crack smoke man I swear
Then we'd hike it up what seem like the longest set of stairs
Finally get to the surface and a fresh breath of air
Get what you gotta get
Beware and stay clear of the rare looking cabbies with the dice in the mirror
Head back to the underground with a sock full of hard
A prayer you don't get stopped in a brand new MetroCard
Still standing near the edge of the platform
But this time with crack on them, hoping nobody rats on them
Trying to survive riding an iron horse
Graffiti everywhere, hope that's the only writing on the wall
[Outro]
Scoobity ba-ba-ba
Da-da-da-da-da-da diddily-dee
A yey-yey
Yeah
Your in the underground