[Verse 1] Sun crackin’ through the blinds Mama fryin’ eggs, smell hittin’ my mind Cousin on the couch still tied in his sheets Cartoons on mute, just the sound of the street [Verse 2] Phone buzz, “Yo, you still on for tonight?” I text back, “Bet, eight sharp, all right” Check my little list scribbled on that receipt Fresh cut, gas money, new shoes on my feet [Verse 3] Front porch creak when I step off the stoop Lil kids chalkin’ hopscotch, ice cream scoop OG on the corner sayin’, “Boy, stay straight” He seen too many plans bleed out on this gate [Verse 4] Walk to the shop, bell rings when I slide in Barber say, “You late,” but he grin, get me lined in Fade nice, mirror showin’ me a cleaner version Talk about the game, politics, Sunday service [Chorus] It’s a Saturday in the hood, yeah, I’m feelin’ all right (all right) Got a good plan, good fit, good date tonight (tonight) From the sunlight hittin’ off the brick and the paint To the Sunday mornin’ when we pray we ain’t saints It’s a Saturday in the hood, tryin’ to shape my fate Just a small-sized dream and a big-time date [Verse 5] Back home, iron that shirt on the bed Steam rise slow like the thoughts in my head Sister keep knockin’, say she need the mirror I laugh, “You got five,” hope my future get clearer [Verse 6] Call my boy, “You rollin’ out?” he say he might swing Talkin’ ‘bout a party where the DJ bring Every slow jam from them tapes in the drawer We used to dub late, pray the tape don’t war [Verse 7] Sun start slidin’ down behind that store sign Liquor spot glowin’, loud talk in a short line I walk past, nod quick, keep my steps light Don’t need that trouble on a carefully planned night [Verse 8] Shower run hot, I let the week wash away School stress, side hustles, all the bills to pay Cologne on wrist, then a dap on the neck Check the crack in my sneakers, give the laces a check [Chorus] It’s a Saturday in the hood, yeah, I’m feelin’ all right (feelin’ all right) Got a good plan, good fit, good date tonight (date tonight) From the sunlight hittin’ off the brick and the paint To the Sunday mornin’ when we pray we ain’t saints It’s a Saturday in the hood, tryin’ to shape my fate Just a small-sized dream and a big-time date [Verse 9] Seven-fifteen, bus late as it always be Kids hangin’ by the stop talkin’ “You remember me?” One girl smile, braids swing, she in my grade She say, “Don’t be late, boys like you fade” [Verse 10] I hop on, driver nod, radio too loud Whole ride smell like french fries and the crowd Old lady clutch bag, side-eye every teen I tilt my hat low, let the world stay mean [Verse 11] Get off near the park where we first did laps Runnin’ from the rain, both shoes all tapped Back then we was friends, just jokes, no nerves Now I’m checkin’ every step, every word I serve [Verse 12] She waitin’ by the gate, denim dress, gold hoops Laugh soft when a pigeon steal a crumb from her scoop “Thought you’d be late,” she say, “You play too cool” I say, “They teach that on my side, it’s like school” [Chorus] It’s a Saturday in the hood, you can feel that light (feel that light) Two hearts talkin’ on the block ‘til it turn to night (turn to night) From the kids on swings,
