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 coney

and you could never be my homie

i'm a linwood nigga that was raised up on bologna

say we over here

over there

calculator wrist watch

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

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 call fiends custo's" freak hoes "custo's"