NOLA

I put on, I put on, I put on

I put on for NOLA, on-on for NOLA

I put on for NOLA, on-on for NOLA

I put on for NOLA, on-on for NOLA

I put on for NOLA, on-on for NOLA

They see me on Claiborne, say “He on some other shit” (Aye!)

Send them opp niggas duckin’ straight back to the mothership (Skrrt!)

I’m in the Hellcat, NASA on the dash, bet

FN on my hip, that’s the ward bodyguard, no cap

I am him—Ninth Ward royalty, crown in the curb

Weave look like ramen, but the wrist look superb

What’s harder than a crawfish shell? Bricks in the Super 8

If you want it, come get it—second line buffet, super straight

Eighteen-wheeler scales just to weigh the load

Trap house bussin’, turn the block to a road

Foreign bitch purrin’, Creole rizz on go

Hundred-dollar rain, week-long hurricane flow

AKs, HKs, I need a gun club card

Big wheels, big straps, NOLA life super-sized

Passenger a redbone, curls look like curly fries

Inside gumbo roux, outside hot sauce

Pocket full of celery, she know what I’m tellin’ her

Blowin’ on that za-za, realest shit I ever smoked

Ridin’ to that bounce beat, realest shit I ever spoke

They know I got that broccoli, Glock stay on me

Don’t get caught slippin’ comin’ from the 17th

Call me NOLA Hamilton, flyin’ down St. Bernard

So fresh, so clean, Karl Kani’s lookin’ like watermelon

I put on for NOLA, on-on for NOLA

I put on for NOLA, on-on for NOLA

Put on (Ninth Ward), put on (Uptown)

Put on (East), put on—let’s go!

I put on for NOLA, on-on for NOLA

I put on for NOLA, on-on for NOLA

Put on (Ninth Ward), put on (Uptown)

Put on (East), put on—let’s go!

Ridin’ high as hell, second line stickers too, no cap

I put on for the wards way before the contracts

Trench star, step back—might catch a contact

Rap star, no strap—might get your chain snatched

Call the plug Brain Stacks, get your chains back

Courtroom scream my name, still shinin’ on they ass

Mardi Gras in the yard, I am him, bet

NOLA raised a king, crown forged in the set

I put on for NOLA, on-on for NOLA

I put on for NOLA, on-on for NOLA

Put on (Ninth Ward), put on (Uptown)

Put on (East), put on—let’s go!

Still niggas owe me checks, still shorties owe me sex

Still opps owe me reps, Katrina stress on my chest

Lost the only girl knew me before the flex

Money and the fame, but peace still on the shelf

Jesus piece on the chain, but the pain don’t melt

Need a Russell niece just to feel somethin’ else

On the cross, in the trap, I put on for the boot

I am him—NOLA royalty, crown in the stoop

I put on for NOLA, on-on for NOLA

I put on for NOLA, on-on for NOLA

Put on (Ninth Ward), put on (Uptown)

Put on (East), put on—let’s go!

I put on for NOLA, on-on for NOLA

I put on for NOLA, on-on for NOLA

Put on (Ninth Ward), put on (Uptown)

Put on (East), put on—let’s go!

No cap… bussin’… bet.

I am him.

NOLA forever.