Order In The Court - Styles P

Ghost in a phantom call me a presence

Cooler than wealthy who are the peasants

Think in the future live in the present

Reflect on the past my nigga give me a second

I cried a lot, I died a lot

I’ve been resurrected nigga I ride a lot

Took a cruise through hell, felt the tire pop

I don’t wanna rhyme no more so make the fire stop

Getting work, the draggeries

Algorithm is rhythm money, in a bag of trees

You sweeter than honey, all around the bees

Trigger finger itchy like dogs all around the fleas

See the vet, see the 'vette

YO to Inglewood, put in work, I need a check

Imma promise you don’t need a threat

If he ain’t gone I ain’t leaving yet

Fast forward sounds

Everybody balls 'til you square up they falling down

I ain’t with the nation but this you’re final caller now

You could be in a U-Haul getting hauled around

Lay in the mall you getting mauled around

Imagine how your son and your daughter sound

Know how slaughter look, know how slaughter sound

I ain’t with the law but I’m searching for a quarter now

(Order in the court)

Order in the court

Quarters on the streets

Niggas kill ya son, bring ya daughters to the feast

Niggas buying pussy not ordering the yeast

Rap got soft, guess it’s a shortage of the G’s

Who am I to judge

I’m just near the plug

And the plugs plug, safe to say, I’m just near the drugs

Naw I’m from the streets nigga, I’m just near the love

I ain’t talking dirt, won’t hear me on the bug