[Intro: Joell Ortiz]
718 shit
Ayy, why don't y'all take a ride on my side right quick? Uh

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
They say life is what you make of it, Brooklyn always takin' it
Take off the nice Seiko watch just for the sake of it
Nowadays the borough look different, they gave the face a lift
Gentrification shit, but it ain't change a bit
What do restaurants in a high rise mean?
Just more low-key hustlers and high-end fiends
I remember when that Starbucks was a lot with large trucks
Graffiti all over them bitches, get your squad up
North Face bubble with the chunky Glock under
Get the ugly face bubble with a rusty box cutter
Biggie in the headphones, M.O.P. in the headphones
Boot Camp in the headphones, Jay-Z in the headphones
Posted in Coney Island trying to run up on a red bone
Talkin' extra funny so she see the gold caps
Albee Square mall more do your mole and come back
For me it's always where I'm from, give a fuck where I'm at (Let's go)

[Chorus: Joell Ortiz]
(B) Careful when you walk on these blocks
(R) You alone? Boy you got heart
(O) You must ain't never been in these parts
(O) You must ain't never been in these parts
(Okay) You obviously in the wrong spot, took the
(L) Train and got off on the wrong stop, now
(Y) You even wear your chain to the docks?
(N) Now you gotta take it off or get shot
[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]
I rang bells on these avenues before I was a rapper dude
All I did was switch up MACs and magazine shoots
Young boy movin' all that weed, that was my grassroots
Gun noise jump you out your sleep, that was the last few
Breaths the n***a took that's just the Brook, Ds look
Drivin' slower than frozen burgers at them cookouts cook
No spot's safe, my mans had your lookout shook
We spot the safe, nobody get shot, that's a lookout jook (Yeah)
The other day I'm buyin' property, a new-ass loft
We walk in, the realtor says, "Could you take the durag off?"
I made a U-turn, mom dropping you back off
Front of the elevator, Joell what you do that for?
I said Brooklyn n***as forever wavy, never out of style
Like a leather AV or that Yankee New Era navy
It's BK wherever he go, 718 my home sweet home
But ain't nothing 'bout it sweet, though

[Chorus: Joell Ortiz]
(B) Careful when you walk on these blocks
(R) You alone? Boy you got heart
(O) You must ain't never been in these parts
(O) You must ain't never been in these parts
(Okay) You obviously in the wrong spot, took the
(L) Train and got off on the wrong stop, now
(Y) You even wear your chain to the docks?
(N) Now you gotta take it off or get shot