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[where the crows
New Order
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[Verse 1: Darko]
All the homies say I'm dead
Amen, smoke weed, shit
All rappers be on pain meds
So why I give a fuck how to fit
Heard you don't even bang
But twisting up the fingers in the flicks
Know you gotta a good aim
When shooting from the whip
New Order, baby baby
Please work smarter, instead of
New World Order
The world is mine, so why the fuck I give you a portion
New World
No calm shit, revolvin', bust guns that start
so round and soft, I left a palm print
I'm Schwarzenegger, black leather, shotty under

[Chorus: Erick Arc Elliott and Darko]
New World
New World

New Order
New World
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New Order
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New Order
Rebel no cause, homie welcome to the slaughter

[Verse 2: Juice]
Ain't no rivalry, ain't no hide and
Bang bang, you than me
Another rapper, a bunch of chatter
Come 'round my way 'til the sink
My lifestyle unusual, [?] talking about the usual
It's in my blood, it's in my
You niggas out here, dressing like thots
I'm really out here, eating with some
Your baby girl me like some pasta
Hotel looking like a trap
Tour bus looking a frat house
I like the way she with her ass out
She [?] mad now
Call it AK, nigga bring the out
It's a New World Order, we the now

[Chorus: Erick Arc Elliott and Darko]
New World
New World

New Order
New World
New World
New World
New Order
New World
wuph no cause, homie welcome to the slaughter

[Verse 3: Arc Elliott]
You we make history
Burn your light,
Niggas ain't to me
I bet you offend you, mental, I bend you
is so raw, you can't read it on your Kindle
Strictly on the mental, slice face,
On some Heath Ledger shit, smash face
Copying my
Soaking up the swag that I excude, so excuse my next move All the best do their own stunts
I'm going harder on these cold
Roll blunts, kickin' where the crows hunt
[?]
Head up in the clouds, never seen my run
Don't front, not a nigga you can on
Something for that ass, and a you can toast on
Boy you got the on and he raisin' both arms
Can't keep it concealed, we gotta show gun

[Chorus: Erick Arc and Meechy Darko]
New Order
New World

New World
New Order
New Order
New Order
New World
New Order
Rebel with no cause, welcome to the slaughter