New Era

[Verse 1]

Niggas out here snitching, do my dirt all by my lonely

I been in the D, so long that I don't even like Coney

And you could never be my homie

I'm a Linwood nigga that was raised up on bologna

Say we over here hustling, over there grinding

Calculator wrist watch, multiply my timing

I be with your girlfriend, say she like my rhyming

Dog, I shine so hard that I don't need no goddamn diamonds

I'm up in Eastland, just to hit Lids

Walked up in the store, you know just what I did

Looking at the wall, you know the other half

Blue tiger fitted in a seven and a half

[Hook]

And I rocks that shit, any climate, any weather

In my brand new blue tiger-fitted New Era

And I reps that shit right now forever

(Old English D on a blue New Era)

And I rocks that shit, any climate, any weather

In my brand new blue tiger-fitted New Era

And I reps that shit right now forever

(Old English D on a blue New Era)

[Verse 2]

So fuck who you are

I been in the D so long when outta town your store barred

And you could never be my man

Fuck a turkey on Thanksgiving niggas lucky to get ham

And every hood I'm in, niggas greet me with "What up, doe!"

We call fiends "custo's," freak hoes "busto's"

If we say the hook then that really mean the po-po

If we say that’s ‘bo’ then that mean that’s fucked up bro

Niggas don't know gotta put 'em on the slang

Out of town niggas lost hip 'em to the game

You know where I'm from, no matter where I'm at

Cause of the logo on my New Era hat

[Hook]

And I rocks that shit, any climate, any weather

In my brand new blue tiger-fitted New Era

And I reps that shit right now forever

(Old English D on a blue New Era)

And I rocks that shit, any climate, any weather

In my brand new blue tiger-fitted New Era

And I reps that shit right now forever

(Old English D on a blue New Era)

[Verse 3]

Ain't heard it like this in a while

I been in the D so long that I don't go to Belle Isle

Now do I look like your child

If I ain't got no Newports, I'mma freak a Black and Mild

Say I'm riding down 7 Mile, 'bout to hit the Lodge

You front I put a knife in you like you a shish-kebab

Your baby momma slobber put my palm up on her bob

She go up down, up down, oh, God

We heading downtown, riding through the tunnel

Smoking on some gans, banging keep it a hundred

Where the hood Crip niggas don't know how to act

You look up in the car all you see is D hats

[Hook]

And I rocks that shit, any climate, any weather

In my brand new blue tiger-fitted New Era

And I reps that shit right now forever

(Old English D on a blue New Era)

And I rocks that shit, any climate, any weather

In my brand new blue tiger-fitted New Era

And I reps that shit right now forever

(Old English D on a blue New Era)

[Outro]

And I rocks that shit, any climate, any weather

In my brand new blue tiger-fitted New Era

And I reps that shit right now forever

(Old English D on a blue New Era)

And I rocks that shit, any climate, any weather

In my brand new blue tiger-fitted New Era

And I reps that shit right now forever

(Old English D on a blue New Era)