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bryant dope - new world order lyrics

[verse 1: perrion]
i need an explanation
for the hating in this generation
i guess n-ggas feel deflated
when you on a road to greatness
patiently waiting since i was a toddler
nodding to n-ggas 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-tch
sitting on my lap
n-ggas feelin wack
swear i’m finna tax n-ggas
who wanna hear my sh-t on wax
watch your back
for these snake–ss, fake
tell the jake–ss n-ggas
they be chilling in the mountains
finna break back
n-ggas know
wonder how i come up with these great tracks
n-gga
you would’ve thought that i been spitting since eight-tracks
was bigger
figure
this little n-gga
been writing since jigga
was tight with dame
we need something more enticing in the game
what’s the name muh’f-cker?
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-t on the sample
lupe, the half spanish dude eating spanish food
sucking danish b00bs in atlanta
with too much time on his hand
met with ruin made a f-cking masterplan
ask the man himself
b-tch i’m tryna manage wealth
spit a couple dope bars that’ll surely damage health
n-gga
check the opus
b-tch i’m focused
what’s the motive
i don’t know but hocus pocus
couldn’t play a f-cking joke on this
token black smoker kid
going on the opening
like i’m f-ckin a girl after she unfold from the lotus stance
n-gga

[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-gga from queens who don’t f-ckin’ care
i know a gang of n-ggas who blaze and pull triggers
got bodies and count figures
rob women and stab b-tches
i don’t be with ’em
but they my n-ggas though
move slow or your crew is fallin’ like dominoes
i done known
b-tches 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-ggas though
i am gone
blowin’ that good sh-t, 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 t-tties
dope

[verse 2: joey bada$$]
i been k!lling ’em, your b-tch been feeling him
ya’ll can’t be serious like films ben stiller in
n0body 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 st-tches
i know you mad b-tches 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-t you ever squeeze was your juicebox n-gga
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-t get realer
for scrillas, get the beats out till a n-gga 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-ckin’ specialist

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