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

[Chorus: Erick Arc and Meechy Darko]
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New Order

New Order
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Rebel with no cause, homie welcome to the

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

Erick Arc Elliott and Meechy Darko]
New Order
New Order

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

[Verse 3: Arc Elliott]
You know we make
your light, hickory
Niggas shup to me
I bet you you, it's mental, I bend you
Shit is so raw, you can't read it on Kindle
Strictly on the mental, face, ginsu
On some Heath shit, smash face pencil
my stencil
Soaking up the swag that I excude, so excuse this my next All the best do their own stunts
I'm going harder on these fronts
blunts, kickin' back where the crows hunt
[?]
Head up in the clouds, never seen my run
Don't front, not a nigga you can on
Something for ass, and a glass you can toast on
Boy you got the on and he raisin' both arms
Can't it concealed, know we gotta show gun

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

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