New Era ft. Zaniac Lyrics

Yeah

People always ask me why I don't wear designer

I say because the devil wears Prada

Trying to get me to sell my soul but came away with nada

I'm my opps worst fear, they call me Baba Yaga, Boogeyman

Cashing these checks getting to these dollars

They call me big baller

Hit you with this force like Luke Skywalker

Your mind I want to conquer

My mind is stronger

These beats I slaughter

Don't want to end up a martyr

Want to earn a billion like Sean Carter

Getting this money you got to think smarter not harder

Find the right partner whether it's romantic or business

In this game of life it's survival of the fittest

Diamonds shining like the lights on Christmas

Them bitches Shining

Monopoly man I'm chasing that bag like it's my fitness

I say that with God as my witness

To everybody who did me wrong don't ask for forgiveness

Y'all dead to me, I'm digging ditches

Bitch

Dripping like I'm sitting in a sauna

I'm still cruising in my Honda

Hit ya back mañana if I want to

Vintage garms on my arms I don't need designer

Granola should be sponsored by FentySkin Rihanna

Im a roll one in my brown new era

God damn I've been holy for forever

Im a smoke one this a brown new era

Got my homies with me we going to do whatever

Number one goal this year is making six figures

Anybody who gets in my way I'm going to leave disfigured

Been networking, gaining connections, my name starting to become familiar

New era, new year, new opportunities

On to something better and bigger

I never thought you'd give me a reason to do this

Cane and Abel, Jesus and Judas

Ceasar and Brutus, I see intruders

On and off the court I've always been known as a shooter

We on the come up, y'all going to have us playing on your phones, radios, computers

Granola one of the coldest producers, we the future

Dripping like I'm sitting in a sauna

I'm still cruising in my Honda

Hit ya back mañana if I want to

Vintage garms on my arms I don't need designer

Granola should be sponsored by FentySkin Rihanna

Im a roll one in my brown new era

God damn I've been holy for forever

Im a smoke one this a brown new era

Got my homies with me we going to do whatever

I took a trip last week I didn't need a ticket

Car, plane, or train but I went some distance

In my brain I was in Spain and met a matador

Anger on his face he said he had to settle scores

Held a tight grip walking from a store

Granola in his bag thats probably a metaphor

But I could give a shit less

Flow clean like its Windex

Homie I ain't finished

I'm trying to get some big checks

Music business finessing

Making moves like it's chess

But I ain't here to distress ya