Word by Dallas Penn

What's goody, y'all? In case you were wondering why you should give a half of a fuck why I'm in this article, it's because I've given my life up to rocking fly shit. It really started for me in high school when I stopped spending all my money on comic books and got into copping gear. The year was 1984, and the hottest brand on the NYC streets was from Italy—not Gucci or Fendi. They were hot but in the streets you were the shit if you had a Benetton rugby shirt and tennis sneakers on your feet. Let's take a ride to back in the day.