Bishop Nehru, Que Hampton - Misruled Order lyrics

Me and my niggas on the
Block tryna find a wave
Cops sittin' with the Glocks
Tryna give us graves i ain't afraid cause my
Intelligence is relevant
To my heaven-sent flows and
Everything embedded in it
I'm better than the next man spittin
You wishin' you wasn't competition
You tryna' get with us but
There ain't no room for you lame ass niggas
Tryna rain on a nigga's parade
No time for charades
I'm tryna reach success, for now
I'll take sus checks
The streets I ain't gon stress
Cause coppers want us next
The only thing to do is hope to get
The best but aim and go for less
I used to circuit cities till
I found the best


Buy, a lot of staples in my back
People weren't friends of mine
I was up late, wiping tears from my eyes
Hoping that the next night I
Wouldn't have tears to cry
Tears from my joy wasn't likely
I'm like the Spike Lee that's under 19
I'm fighting for my rights
And all the nice things that white teens get
To do, when they get like me and buy
Weed but drive high in they
White tee, and if I speed
My tee redder than rubies, to me it's
Routine, cops be doing cruel things
To keep us snoozing and losing
Never have I left my mind behind
I keep it close cause you never
Know what time will find
Someone could slide dimes in your pocket
Tryna' frame you the world ain't safe
Especially when people hate you
And wanna take you
Out of this crazy place we live
Lying and making fibs instigating shit
Have you takin' risks that
You never would've took
Now instead of leaving the house
Your dumb ass shook

As soon as I wake up the
Thoughts are coming to my head
Like "Is this life really worth living
Or would I rather be dead?"
"Why people so misleading?" "They never
Do what they said"
Well I'm thinking fuck being good it
Should turn for the worst instead
I'm thinking get the bread I'd rather
Have it now than later
And since I want it fast I'll be
Selling a pound of haze or
Kush, don't wanna push
But sticking my head in
Books isn't helping me
Make a livin' and broke isn't a decision
My parents aren't well off
Not being able to have it when i need really
Got me ready to bust a shell off
But fuck it
Only thing I'm shooting for is my success
Whoever reeled me in is winning big
I'm such a catch
So I'm chillin' with my D and pains
Hoes say fuck the stress
I'm all about making more
Getting even nonetheless
Still I'm lost in this world and
I ain't found a compass yet
Either way I'm doing this shit till
I'm in a casket fully dressed que

I got these obstacles they coming at me
I'm trying to pass em
Overlap em but my conscience is weak
My confidence speaks for any of the
Things that nobody can see
Like all the dollars I greet and
All the bottles I sneak
In my pocket tryna' get profit
Is the only option, fuck the nonsense
Coppers who watch us get demolished
With our common sense
My comments sent uncommon cents hiding
With a common scent
The dollars spent on ganja was low
But know we be holding spliffs
To the dome where they go keep
My mind and soul gold
Me alone with no dro is so slow
My mind’ll race, bout time and place
But my future and past are
Different cuz rhymes and taste
But in the present
My presence is still a present
'Cause peasants I represent
Without they given consent
The cons sent are constant messages
Messages I can't better through letter
Needing cheddar is something big when
You eating cheddar for dinner

I gotta stay away from the streets 'cause the
Cops tryna put a kid to sleep
They showing brute force, no remorse
Theres a corpse in the middle of the street
My life’s at risk, I must admit
A nigga scared but I gotta make a move
A nigga scared but I gotta make a move
It's nothing else to do so
I gotta make a move, and soon