Misruled Order - Bishop Nehru, Que Hampton, Bishop Nehru feat. Que Hampton

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

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

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 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

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