New World Order Bryant Dope (Ft. Joey Bada$$ & Perrion)

[Verse 1: Perrion]
I need an explanation
For the hating in this generation
I guess niggas feel deflated
When you on a road to greatness
Patiently waiting since I was a toddler
Nodding to niggas 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 bitch
Sitting on my lap
Niggas feelin wack
Swear I'm finna tax niggas
Who wanna hear my shit on wax
Watch your back
For these snake-ass, fake
Tell the jake-ass niggas
They be chilling in the mountains
Finna break back
Niggas know
Wonder how I come up with these great tracks
Nigga
You would've thought that I been spitting since eight-tracks
Was bigger
Figure
This little nigga
Been writing since Jigga
Was tight with Dame
We need something more enticing in the game
What's the name muh'fucker?
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 shit on the sample
Lupe, the half spanish dude eating spanish food
Sucking danish boobs in Atlanta
With too much time on his hand
Met with Ruin made a fucking masterplan
Ask the man himself
Bitch I'm tryna manage wealth
Spit a couple dope bars that’ll surely damage health
Nigga
Check the opus
Bitch I'm focused
What's the motive
I don't know but hocus pocus
Couldn't play a fucking joke on this
Token black smoker kid
Going on the opening
Like I'm fuckin a girl after she unfold from the lotus stance
Nigga