Ghost Mcgrady - Misruled Order lyrics

[Verse 1] Me and my n***as 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 a** n***as Tryna rain on a n***as 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 sh**. Have you takin risks that you never woulda took. Now Instead of leaving the house your dumba** 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 n***as scared But I gotta make a move. A n***as Scared but I gotta make a move [Verse 2] I got these obstacles they coming at me. Im trying to pa** 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 f** 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