Plan

Intro

(Yeah)

(Check it)

(Ha, Brooklyn stand up)

Verse 1 - Notorious B.I.G.

Uhh, black and ugly as ever but my pockets stay pristine

Maybach slidin' slow through Bed-Stuy like a dream

Son I seen the corner turn gold since ninety-four

Now I'm sippin' Loro Piana threads while I count the cream

Mad real how the youngins treat legacy like folklore

Pa don't know the half of what I built behind the scenes

Calico tucked but I ain't reachin' for the steel

These new jacks just rappin' what they seen on the silver screen

Baaaa-by

Verse 2 - Jay-Z

Yeah, check the resume from Marcy to the skybox

Clearpurt private, jet waitin' like a green light

Motherfucker thought he slick tryna play both sides

I turn a handshake into a hostile takeover overnight

Nigga I'm the blueprint they just trace in thin lines

Basquiat on the wall, Ace of Spades on ice

Who hotter? Don't make me laugh through the grapevine

Rich off the lucre while they still clockin' overtime

Verse 3 - Notorious B.I.G.

Uhh, check it, lemme paint this picture slow like jazz

Corners of Fulton where I learned to stack the cash

Dropped the work at dawn, picked up dividends by noon

Now my whole crib smell like Tom Ford and my daughter's laugh

Slick with the flow, they can't copy that glass

Cadence like a Rolls Royce, silent but it last

Broke niggas talkin' loud but they numbers never add

I'm the reason half these labels even signin' half

Baaaa-by

Verse 4 - Jay-Z

Yeah, they hand me the mic like I'm still on the corner

But I own the block now, real estate on the corner

Bought your favorite label out before your single dropped

Now your A&R report to me, that's a honest dollar

Nigga thought he had a plan, I had three on top

Hov don't lose, I just adjust the odds and lock

Fuck all y'all that doubted when the sky got dark

Now I'm dancin' with the titans while y'all knockin' at the door

Verse 5 - Notorious B.I.G.

Uhh, uh, let 'em know, this ain't no revival tour

This a coronation, bitches, I been here before

Gimme the Infiniti, swap it out for Maybach doors

Same hustler's instinct from the first score

Cozy in this legacy, watch 'em try to outspit the ghost

Nigga I'm immortal, they just temporary smoke

Mad clout from the east, I don't even gotta boast

They screamin' Biggie back, I never really went away though

Baaaa-by

Verse 6 - Jay-Z

Yeah, two kings on the beat, this the cipher of the culture

Brooklyn to the boardroom, same blood, same posture

They said we was beefin' back when tapes was in the trunk

Nah, we was sharpening each other like two razor cutters

Now we old money, new rules, still runnin' the summer

Nigga talk slick in my city, that's a bad idea, brother

This the testament, the atlas, the altar we built

From the projects to the penthouse, that's the weight of the crown

Motherfucker

Outro

(Yeah)

(Ha, that's that Brooklyn shit right there)

(Uhh, New York stand up)

(For the boroughs, for the culture, for the ones who made it)

(Check it, we out)

(Yeah, Big and Hov)

(Brooklyn's finest, forever)

(Peace)