New Era

Niggas out here snitchin', do my dirt all by my lonely
I been in the D so long that I don't even like homie
And you could never be my homie
I'm a Linwood nigga that was raised all by my lonely

Say we over here (hustlin'), over there (grindin')
Calculator wristwatch, multiply my timing
I be with your girlfriend, say she like my rhymin'
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
Lookin' at the wall, you know the other half
Blue tiger fitted in a seven and a half

And I rocks that shit, any climate and 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 and 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)

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

An every hood I'm in niggas greet me with (what up, doe?)
We (custo's), freak hoes (busto's)
If we say the hook, then we really mean the po-po
If we say that's bold then we 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

And I rocks that shit, any climate and 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 and 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)

Ain't heard it like this in a while
I been in the D so long that I don't go to bell out
Now, do I look like your child?
If I ain't got no Newports, I'ma 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 mama slobber, put my palm up on her bob
She go (up down, up down), oh God

We headin' downtown, ridin' through the tunnel
Smokin' on some, gangbangin', 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

And I rocks that shit, any climate and 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 and 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 and 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 and 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 and 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 and 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)