The Scrimmage

And look what we have here now
Luxury houses
What made you think, the people who do these things
Are they?
How are their thinking going?
Are they really thinking about people, or they thinking about money?
It has to be the money
'Cause you're not thinking about people
Look at this
Yo

City culture like extra duck sauce, scramble under the trunk floor
Hammer tucked in the front door, cameras rolling, but unsure
Antidote that they come for, do the same to who throw it
So you can break from your home but you can't unsee what you done saw
I seen it for all that it's gon' be, so none of it's ever beyond me
Shit is as true as a heartbeat, you worry if it's ever off-key
Everyone 'round us was on beat, no matter whatever the song be
Their trumpet was always in arm's reach, it hang on the side like car keys
Followed wherever the horn lead, serenade and let the song breathe
Heard it all like it was on me, but "Kind Of Blue" was my horn piece
Wanted to make it a talk piece, figured that's how it should all read
As heinous as all of this all be, home is where nothing can harm me
As heinous as all of this all be, home is where nothing can harm me
And making it home is what draws me, explains why everyone want a piece
Couldn't price what the cost be, highest bidder, on your mark please
Remember that everything is up for sale, like what else you want, B?

See I been looking for the difference, yeah
Between love and forgiveness, yeah
Between hate and indifference, ay
Between the game and the scrimmage
Minding your limits, soul and infinite
From beginning, living and winning
Between God and this sinnin' that we've been given
Watch how we get it in the scrimmage, yeah
Watch how we get it in the scrimmage, yeah
Watch how we get it, ay

Son, I been looking for the difference between holding and giving and loading and clipping
Open-ended, hope and ambition and holding your pivot
Known intentions, notice your dripping like dope in syringes
Go the distance, scoping the exit as close as the entrance
And my interest is tantamount to no one else who standing 'round
Graffiti on the end of the deeds to where we was camping out
Word to who we grew up with, hula hooping the Phantom 'round
And all the chicks that pay their tuitions off OnlyFan accounts
Same corner made hundred-thousanders outta hand-me-downs
Turned into the Upper East Side soon as the lease died
Comfy, thinking the street died, papi them is still street-tied
He ringin' up your PBR with a package on rewind
Packages turn to G5s pulling up to the building
They told you they tearing apart, but they still in front of your building, 'cross the street
And it all means is this is more than what it seems
So treat it like we crossing paths in the store and pardon me, right?

See I been looking for the difference, yeah
Between love and forgiveness, yeah
Between hate and indifference, ay
Between the game and the scrimmage
Minding your limits, soul and infinite
From beginning, living and winning
Between God and this sinnin' that we've been given
Watch how we get it in the scrimmage, yeah
Watch how we get it in the scrimmage, yeah
Watch how we get it, ay

Watch how we get it, yeah
Know how we with it, yeah
And that's regardless of who is or isn't living here
Watch how we get it, yeah
Know how we with it, yeah
And that's regardless of who is or isn't living here
Watch how we get it, yeah
Know how we with it, yeah
And that's regardless of who is or isn't living here
Watch how we get it, yeah
Know how we with it, yeah
And that's regardless of who is or isn't living here, yeah

What do you think will become of our neighborhoods?
Like what do you think will become of our home after a while?
Whose neighborhood? Ours? We don't have that anymore, that's not ours no more
They gon' put me out just like they put everybody else out