[Verse 1]
n***** 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 n**** 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 g****** 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 s*** any climate and weather
In my brand new blue tiger-fitted New Era
And I reps that s*** right now forever
(Old English D on a blue New Era)
[Verse 2]
So f*** who you are
I been in the D so long when outta town your store barred
And you could never be my man
f*** a turkey on Thanksgiving n***** lucky to get ham
And every hood I'm in, n***** 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 f***** up, bro
n***** don't know gotta put 'em on the slang
Out of town n***** 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 s*****r 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 n***** don't know how to act
You look up in the car all you see is D hats
[Hook]
n***** 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 n**** 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 g****** 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 s*** any climate and weather
In my brand new blue tiger-fitted New Era
And I reps that s*** right now forever
(Old English D on a blue New Era)
[Verse 2]
So f*** who you are
I been in the D so long when outta town your store barred
And you could never be my man
f*** a turkey on Thanksgiving n***** lucky to get ham
And every hood I'm in, n***** 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 f***** up, bro
n***** don't know gotta put 'em on the slang
Out of town n***** 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 s*****r 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 n***** don't know how to act
You look up in the car all you see is D hats
[Hook]