Bryant Dope - New World Order lyrics

[Verse 1: Perrion] I need an explanation For the hating in this generation I guess n***as feel deflated When you on a road to greatness Patiently waiting since I was a toddler Nodding to n***as who was mobbing Deep in Queens with my brother and father in a Honda Now picture how I'm pitching that Pitching crack With my written raps With a b**h Sitting on my lap n***as feelin wack Swear I'm finna tax n***as Who wanna hear my sh** on wax Watch your back For these snake-a**, fake Tell the jake-a** n***as They be chilling in the mountains Finna break back n***as know Wonder how I come up with these great tracks n***a You would've thought that I been spitting since eight-tracks Was bigger Figure This little n***a Been writing since Jigga Was tight with Dame We need something more enticing in the game What's the name muh'f**er? We standing right here We'll appear in rare form like Flex while shifting gears In the new whip Color of Cool Whip They askin who sh** on the sample Lupe, the half spanish dude eating spanish food s**ing danish b**bs in Atlanta With too much time on his hand Met with Ruin made a f**ing masterplan Ask the man himself b**h I'm tryna manage wealth Spit a couple dope bars that'll surely damage health n***a Check the opus b**h I'm focused What's the motive I don't know but hocus pocus Couldn't play a f**ing joke on this Token black smoker kid Going on the opening Like I'm f**in a girl after she unfold from the lotus stance n***a [Verse 2: Bryant Dope] The flow I'm pitchin' got me hittin' with perfect precision I hope that you're listenin' The rhythm is rugged and wicked Like the composition Where all of the rhymes are written Like cotton I'm pickin' Lines from fields of my mind, I'm rippin' Those like gold ropes from the neck of hoes Who shine with flashy clothes and tip on four Vogues I'm offbeat in the dome like a bad snare A young n***a from Queens who don't f**in' care I know a gang of n***as who blaze and pull triggers Got bodies and count figures Rob women and stab b**hes I don't be with 'em But they my n***as though Move slow or your crew is fallin' like dominoes I done known b**hes in my city who are down to go But they all fake, like the Louis clutch that they hold Now she know She was just a ho to me and my n***as though I am gone Blowin' that good sh**, Cali grown I am known in my city And in your town Queens kids comin' up just to tear it down I am crowned prince of my city More Puffy, less Diddy More money, more titties Dope [Verse 2: Joey Bada$$] I been k**ing 'em, your b**h been feeling him Ya'll can't be serious like films Ben Stiller in Nobody iller than him at the top of his adrenaline Flow sweet like cinnamon, Name a chick that I ain't swimming in Uh, got flow for days, I'm sure to get paid if They hate the price on son's life, it's sure to get raised But there's no break when I got you pinned in Said it uno, dos, tres then fin, I let him swim with like Mad fishes, In the cut like mad stitches I know you mad b**hes mad how my style switches So, frequently be freaking MC's with these frequencies These freaking trees got me soaring over freaking seas Too many freaking G's claim they make that deuce pop Please, the only sh** you ever squeeze was your juicebox n***a And you know it, cause real G's don't have to show it Got your head in the clouds, so big homie, gotta get you focused But no, it's all a part of the business, don't take it personal It must be hurting you to know I could be merkin' you At will, whenever I feel, the sh** get realer For scrillas, get the beats out till a n***a Dilla I shine like crystals, never held a pistol Never packed a tool, but that don't mean that I won't fix you Who is you? I don't give a F, I do it effortless Tell your messengers, they can get opened like beverages Da f**in' specialist