Raiders Cap

[Hook: Apathy] Old-school, got my Raiders cap Got my, got my Raiders cap Old-school, got my Raiders cap Got my, got my Raiders cap [Verse 1: Apathy] I got that pistol grip pump sittin' pretty in the trunk Blow your wig to the side like hair on Donald Trump On some Gang Starr shit, execution of a chump Evolution of a villain refillin' revolvers I'm still in a state of mind like a stainless nine is on my lap Starter jacket on my back, with a black Raiders cap Rappers resurrect the crack like they brought Reagan back You could run a 100 miles but you're still afraid of Ap Hit record on your radios to take my verse The only way to get to space and escape this Earth Stick to the facts, Ap got the wickedest raps OG like a Raiders cap with snaps in the back [Hook: Apathy] Old-school, got my Raiders cap Got my, got my Raiders cap Old-school, got my Raiders cap Got my, got my Raiders cap [Verse 2: Ryu] I got my Raider cap old like a Betamax Tats all grey and black bringin' '88 back Sacks full of crack, brick phone in my backpack Parker with the Marcus Allen jersey that'll match that That's that shit I used to rock back When I used to breakdance when I used to pop I was always into somethin' bumpin' N.W.A. in the Cutlass Me and the homies sippin' OE I was always a drunkard You know how 'em L.A. dudes do, always got a deuce deuce Don't say nothin' stupid or somebody gonna shoot you Open up the moon roof, yellin' Demigoon crew Somebody call 911 tell 'em you got a boo boo [Hook: Apathy] Old-school, got my Raiders cap Got my, got my Raiders cap Old-school, got my Raiders cap Got my, got my Raiders cap [Verse 3: Motive] You know me, sippin' on a 40 of OE On my stoop as a shorty shoutin' "Fuck Tha Police" A nigga with a attitude but I ain't Yella Hoodie, I touch more money than bank tellers As a young cat standin' on black with my Raiders cap While y'all was whilin' with medallions tryin' to fade to black It's all good though, I ain't tryin' to hate on that But Mo's hood so I stay where the danger's at Niggas slangin' crack, gangstas wavin' gats Pimp slappin' their bitch, askin' "where my paper at?" I was amazed by that, influenced the way I act Never met my dad, the truth is I'm raised off rap [Hook: Apathy] Old-school, got my Raiders cap Got my, got my Raiders cap Old-school, got my Raiders cap Got my, got my Raiders cap [Verse 4: Celph Titled] I am MC Ren with pale skin rockin' my Raiders brim Got a toaster that I ain't puttin' bagels in I got a posse full of apostles You a posse full of possums always hidin' while we hoo-ridin' I judge who I shoot So when my crew holds a grudge it's a judge that I shoot We disassemble Nazi members Get totaled comin' at me top speed on a Kawasaki Ninja Catch you out in LA at the Staples Center, Office Depot You won't see though staples dead center in your retina Yeah, I slammed it there and they ain't have cameras there But if they did you'd see the second comin' of the man upstairs Muthafucka [Hook: Apathy] Old-school, got my Raiders cap Got my, got my Raiders cap Old-school, got my Raiders cap Got my, got my Raiders cap Nothin' you could say