| Me and my niggas on the block tryna find a wave
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| Cops sittin' with the Glocks tryna give us graves
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| I ain’t afraid cause my intelligence is relevant
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| To my heaven-sent flows and everything embedded in it
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| I’m better than the next man spittin you wishin' you wasn’t competition
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| You tryna' get with us but, there ain’t no room for you lame ass niggas
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| Tryna rain on a nigga’s parade, no time for charades
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| I’m tryna reach success, for now I’ll take sus checks, the streets I ain’t gon
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| stress
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| Cause coppers want us next, the only thing to do is hope to get the best but
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| aim and go for less
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| I used to circuit cities till I found the best buy, a lot of staples in my back,
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| people weren’t friends of mine
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| I was up late, wiping tears from my eyes, hoping that the next night I wouldn’t
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| have tears to cry
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| Tears from my joy wasn’t likely, I’m like the Spike Lee that’s under 19
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| I’m fighting for my rights, and all the nice things that white teens get
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| To do, when they get like me and buy weed but drive high in they
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| White tee, and if I speed my tee redder than rubies, to me it’s
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| Routine, cops be doing cruel things, to keep us snoozing and losing
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| Never have I left my mind behind, I keep it close cause you never know what
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| time will find
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| Someone could slide dimes in your pocket, tryna' frame you
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| The world ain’t safe, especially when people hate you and wanna take you
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| Out of this crazy place we live, lying and making fibs instigating shit
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| Have you takin' risks that you never would’ve took
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| Now instead of leaving the house your dumb ass shook
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| I gotta stay away from the streets 'cause the cops tryna put a kid to sleep
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| They showing brute force, no remorse, theres a corpse in the middle of the
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| street
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| My life’s at risk, I must admit, a nigga scared but I gotta make a move
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| A nigga scared but I gotta make a move
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| It’s nothing else to do so I gotta make a move, and soon
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| As soon as I wake up the thoughts are coming to my head
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| Like «Is this life really worth living or would I rather be dead?»
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| «Why people so misleading?» |
| «They never do what they said»
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| Well I’m thinking fuck being good it should turn for the worst instead
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| I’m thinking get the bread I’d rather have it now than later
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| And since I want it fast I’ll be selling a pound of haze or
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| Kush, don’t wanna push, but sticking my head in books isn’t helping me make a
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| livin' and broke isn’t a decision
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| My parents aren’t well off, not being able to have it when i need really got me
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| ready to bust a shell off
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| But fuck it, only thing I’m shooting for is my success
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| Whoever reeled me in is winning big, I’m such a catch
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| So I’m chillin' with my D and pains, hoes say fuck the stress
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| I’m all about making more, getting even nonetheless
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| Still I’m lost in this world and I ain’t found a compass yet
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| Either way I’m doing this shit till I’m in a casket fully dressed
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| Que
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| I gotta stay away from the streets 'cause the cops tryna put a kid to sleep
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| They showing brute force, no remorse, theres a corpse in the middle of the
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| street
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| My life’s at risk, I must admit, a nigga scared but I gotta make a move
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| A nigga scared but I gotta make a move
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| It’s nothing else to do so I gotta make a move, and soon
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| I got these obstacles they coming at me
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| I’m trying to pass em, overlap em but my conscience is weak
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| My confidence speaks for any of the things that nobody can see
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| Like all the dollars I greet and all the bottles I sneak
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| In my pocket tryna' get profit is the only option, fuck the nonsense
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| Coppers who watch us get demolished with our common sense
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| My comments sent uncommon cents hiding with a common scent
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| The dollars spent on ganja was low but know we be holding spliffs
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| To the dome where they go keep my mind and soul gold
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| Me alone with no dro is so slow
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| My mind’ll race, bout time and place, but my future and past are different cuz
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| rhymes and taste
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| But in the present, my presence is still a present
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| 'Cause peasants I represent, without they given consent
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| The cons sent are constant messages, messages I can’t better through letter
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| Needing cheddar is something big when you eating cheddar for dinner
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| I gotta stay away from the streets 'cause the cops tryna put a kid to sleep
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| They showing brute force, no remorse, theres a corpse in the middle of the
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| street
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| My life’s at risk, I must admit, a nigga scared but I gotta make a move
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| A nigga scared but I gotta make a move
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| It’s nothing else to do so I gotta make a move, and soon |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Misruled Order , by - Bishop Nehru. Song from the album Nehruvia, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп