Misruled Order(Nehruvia)

[Produced Gy: Ghost McGrady] [Verse 1: Bishop Nehru] Me and my niggas on block tryna find a wave Cops sittin' wit 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 niggas 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 [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 nigga scared but I gotta make a move A niggas Scared but I gotta make a move It's nothing else to do so I gotta make a move and soon [Verse 2: Que Hampton] 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 [Verse 3: Bishop Nehru] 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 con sent messages, messages I can't better through letters Needing cheddar is something big when you eating cheddar for dinner [Hook]