[Intro] Two old legends posted where the bus stop bends Silver in the beard, still talking like kings One little drop, one big afternoon The sidewalk got seats and the sky got room [Verse 1] He got a robe in a grocery bag, boots with the shine Says, “I paid my dues, now the curb is mine” Other one rolls up with a cane like a mic Taps three times, says, “I still know how to hype” Paper cup sweating by the cracked blue bench Both telling tall tales that get taller with each One says, “I was lightning,” one says, “I was heat” Then they high-five slow and miss the beat [Chorus] Two old legends getting lifted on the sidewalk Laughing so hard that the pigeons take a side walk One goes, “Whoo!” and the whole block answers back Still got thunder in the chest, still got gold in the act Two old legends, posted up, no need to hide Trading wild stories with the traffic rolling by If the years took the shine, they forgot one fact: A crown sits crooked, but it still sits flat [Verse 2] He points at a mailbox, calls it championship gold Says, “I beat bigger odds when the weather was cold” The other takes a pull, then stares at the sun Says, “That cloud looks like the face of someone I won” They argue over who had the better grand entrance Then forget the question halfway through the sentence A kid on a scooter gives them both a salute They bless his whole future in a three-minute toot [Chorus] Two old legends getting lifted on the sidewalk Laughing so hard that the pigeons take a side walk One goes, “Whoo!” and the whole block answers back Still got thunder in the chest, still got gold in the act Two old legends, posted up, no need to hide Trading wild stories with the traffic rolling by If the years took the shine, they forgot one fact: A crown sits crooked, but it still sits flat [Breakdown] Who’s got the robe? I got the robe! Who’s got the cane? I got the cane! Who’s got the snack tucked deep in the coat? Both old legends yelling, “Pass that joke!” [Final Chorus] Two old legends getting lifted on the sidewalk Making every passing stranger do a double-take walk One goes, “Whoo!” and the whole block answers back Still got thunder in the chest, still got gold in the act Two old legends, sun going soft on the brick Talking big, moving slow, still making it stick Let the young folks rush; these kings know the route: Take one little breath, then let the whole block shout [Outro] Bus comes late, dusk comes early They leave laughing, walking swervy Two old legends, story intact Crown sits crooked, but it still sits flat
