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New Era
by Joell Ortiz
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Seven-and-a-half yank new era
Spank whoever feel like their knuckle game do better
Bitches try to bag me, I never chase pussy
And we could never be family, I don't relate, pussy
I still hop off trains then hop on planes, yeah every single state book me
Word to my chain, a nigga ain't book me
Learn the name, rookie
Ayo, I think my new AK's J.O
Everything I rhyme cook yayo
I grew up on the opposite side, I'm not you
My niggas brought them choppers outside for Fox News
Knock on the door, rasta's inside, the pot move
Roll up an L of chocolate Thai and [?]
Me and [?] play Monopoly, my property gone
I lost him before I knew how to properly mourn
I do my rappin' nowadays in apology form
Like, I'm sorry, that shit that you're rockin', that's not what we're on
Seven and a half yank new era
It's real underneath, this seven and a half yank new era
Seven and a half yank new era
It's all real underneath, this seven and a half yank new era
Mama ain't ever raise no fool or no sucka
Escape from who, you've never been a threat
You pillow-talk with birds and hover over green like vinaigrette
Suck another nigga's dick to get a check
I check in hotels, kick off my checks and have disrespectful sex
That whip breakin' your neck, I coulda bought it, I don't want it
And just 'cause son got it don't mean that he could afford it
Lot of smoke and mirrors, feel like I'm walkin' all through a haunted house
First nigga jump out, Ima drop him, y'all can record it
I stay camera-ready, 'cause I don't change for the cameras, ready?
Now watch me go pro on these amateurs
Hand steady, I race against Andretti
And nine-point-six-volt remote control cars with old Eveready
I'm too motherfuckin' grown, y'all too motherfuckin' petty
Y'all worried 'bout Barneys, I'm upstairs fuckin' Betty
Think I lie through raps, get smacked, boy, I combine two hats
The nigga under this fitted'll snap
Seven and a half yank new era
It's real underneath, this seven and a half yank new era
Seven and a half yank new era
It's all real underneath, this seven and a half yank new era
Seven-and-a-half yank new era
Spank whoever feel like their knuckle game do better
Bitches try to bag me, I never chase pussy
And we could never be family, I don't relate, pussy
I still hop off trains then hop on planes, yeah every single state book me
Word to my chain, a nigga ain't book me
Learn the name, rookie
Ayo, I think my new AK's J.O
Everything I rhyme cook yayo
I grew up on the opposite side, I'm not you
My niggas brought them choppers outside for Fox News
Knock on the door, rasta's inside, the pot move
Roll up an L of chocolate Thai and [?]
Me and [?] play Monopoly, my property gone
I lost him before I knew how to properly mourn
I do my rappin' nowadays in apology form
Like, I'm sorry, that shit that you're rockin', that's not what we're on
Seven and a half yank new era
It's real underneath, this seven and a half yank new era
Seven and a half yank new era
It's all real underneath, this seven and a half yank new era
Mama ain't ever raise no fool or no sucka
Escape from who, you've never been a threat
You pillow-talk with birds and hover over green like vinaigrette
Suck another nigga's dick to get a check
I check in hotels, kick off my checks and have disrespectful sex
That whip breakin' your neck, I coulda bought it, I don't want it
And just 'cause son got it don't mean that he could afford it
Lot of smoke and mirrors, feel like I'm walkin' all through a haunted house
First nigga jump out, Ima drop him, y'all can record it
I stay camera-ready, 'cause I don't change for the cameras, ready?
Now watch me go pro on these amateurs
Hand steady, I race against Andretti
And nine-point-six-volt remote control cars with old Eveready
I'm too motherfuckin' grown, y'all too motherfuckin' petty
Y'all worried 'bout Barneys, I'm upstairs fuckin' Betty
Think I lie through raps, get smacked, boy, I combine two hats
The nigga under this fitted'll snap
Seven and a half yank new era
It's real underneath, this seven and a half yank new era
Seven and a half yank new era
It's all real underneath, this seven and a half yank new era
