Raiders Cap

Old-school, got my Raider's Cap

Got my, got my Raider's Cap

Old-school, got my Raider's Cap

Got my, got my Raider's Cap

I got that pistol grip pump sittin' pretty in the trunk

Blow your wig to the side like hair on Donald Trump

On some Gang Starr shit, execution of a chump

Evolution of a villain refillin' revolvers

I'm still in a state of mind like a stainless nine is on my lap

Starter jacket on my back with a black Raider's cap

Rappers resurrect the crack like they brought Reagan back

You could run 100 miles, but you're still afraid of Ap

Hit record on your radios to take my verse

The only way to get to space and to escape this earth

Stick to the facts, Ap got the wickedest raps

OG like a Raiders cap with snaps in the back

Old-school, got my Raider's Cap

Got my, got my Raider's Cap

Old-school, got my Raider's Cap

Got my, got my Raider's Cap

I got my Raider cap old like a Betamax

Tats all gray and black bringin' '88 back

Sacks full of crack brick phone in my backpack

Parker with the Marcus Allen jersey that'll match that

That's that shit I used to rock back

When I used to breakdance when I used to pop

I was always into somethin' bumpin' N.W.A. in the Cutlass

Me and the homies sippin OE, I was always a drunkard

You know how 'em L.A. dudes do, always got a deuce-deuce

Don't say nothin' stupid or somebody gonna shoot you

Open up the moon roof, yellin' Demigoon crew

Somebody call 911 tell 'em you got a boo-boo

School officials are crackin' down on specific items of clothin'

Known to be affiliated with raids

Got my Raider's Cap

Got my, got my Raider's Cap

Old-school, got my Raider's Cap

Got my, got my Raider's Cap

Wise one said don't come around though

You know me, sippin' on a 40 of OE

On my stoop as a shorty shoutin' "Fuck the Police"

A **** with a attitude, but I ain't Yella

Hoodie, I touch more money than banktellas

As a young cat, standin' on black with my Raiders cap

While y'all was whilin' with medallions, tryin' to fade to black

It's all good though, I ain't tryin' to hate on that

But Mo's hood, so I stay where the danger's at

**** slangin' crack, gangstas wavin' gats

Pimp slappin' their bitch, askin' "where my paper at?"

I was amazed by that, influenced the way I act

Never met my dad, the truth is I'm raised off rap

Old-school, got my Raider's Cap

Got my, got my Raider's Cap

Old-school, got my Raider's Cap

Got my, got my Raider's Cap

No-nobody move nobody get's hurt

I am MC Ren with pale skin rockin' my Raiders brim (yeah)

Got a toaster that I ain't puttin' bagels in (nah)

I got a posse full of apostles

You a posse full of possums always hidin' while we hoo-ridin'

I judge who I shoot (okay), so when my crew holds a grudge it's a judge that I shoot

We disassemble Nazi members, get totaled comin' at me top speed on a Kawasaki ninja

Catch you out at LA at the Staple Center

Office Depot you won't see those staples dead center in your retina

Yeah, I slammed it there and they don't have cameras there

But if they did, you'd see the second comin' of the man upstairs

Old-school, got my Raider's Cap (motherfucker)

Got my, got my Raider's Cap

Old-school, got my Raider's Cap

Got my, got my Raider's Cap

Nothin' you could say

Corrupt and immoral

The tough guys who came to kill

But stayed to rape and ravage