Misruled Order

feat. Que Hampton

[Verse 1]

Me and my niggas on block tryna find a wave, cops sittin wit the

Glocks tryna give us graves, I ain't afraid cuz my intelligence is

Relevant to my heaven-sent flow and everything embedded in it, im

Better than the , next man spittin you wishin you wasn't competition

You tryna get wid us but, there ain't no room for you lame ass niggas

Tryna rain on a niggas parade, no time for charades. Im tryna reach

Success , for now ill take sus checks. The streets I ain't gon stress

Cuz coppers want us next. The only thing to do is hope to get the best

But aim and go for less

I used to curcuit cities, till I found the best buy, lotta staples in

Back, people weren’t friends of mine. I was up late wiping tears from

Eyes, hoping that the next night I wouldn’t have tears to cry. Tears

From my joy wasn't likely, im like the , spike lee thats under 19 , im

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, but if speed my tee redder than rubies , to me its

Routine, cops be doing cruel things, to keep us snoozing and losing

Never have I left mind behind, I keep it close cuz 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 woulda took. Now

Instead of leaving the house your dumbass shook

[Hook]

I gotta stay away from the streets, cuz 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 niggas scared

But I gotta make a move. A Niggas Scared but I gotta make a move

[Verse 2]

I got these obstacles they coming at me. Im 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 he 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 con sent messages, messages I can't better

Through letters, needing cheddar is something big when you eating

Cheddar for dinner