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 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) [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 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 [Hook] [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, 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]