Magnus Carlsen (feat. Anderson .Paak)

Tie on a bandana, then we lay him out
 Fighting over two colours in the crayon box
 It's no love
 It's no love
 40 ounces in my cup, I'm po'd up
 We out here killing each other, but so what?
 Keep it up and there's gon' be no Crips and no Bloods
 Nigga take a look around, the crack game has slowed up
 The government versus the people, now tell me
 Who rules the world with only one desire?
 I don't believe there's anything higher
 Rather get it now than to read about the outcome
 I'd rather have the crown, than a ribbon or medallion
 And oh my days, I guess it's okay
 If I lay up in the shade with my rent up in the mattress
 But be at the course if I have to use patience
 I'm shooting a premature dream in the napkin
 Battling the evils in the flesh that I'm wrapped in
 Waiting for my eagle, but the seagulls are distracting
 What's happening, niggas? Mm
 What's happening? Hm
 What's happening?
 What's happening? Mm
 What's happening?
 Mm, yeah
 What's happening? My nigga just died from Aids
 What's happening? ISIS throwing grenades
 What's happening? White boys shooting up a church
 What's happening? My nigga 2-2 just got some work
 What's happening? You can get it if you got it, nigga
 But I ain't got it, nigga, I'm just a solid nigga
 Who run Compton, fuck bitches and flick Impala switches
 Even if I was born blind, you niggas couldn't stop my vision
 Right on time with mine thanks to them old Doc prescriptions
 West side flourishing again, this what 2Pac envisioned
 Obama freeing lifers, that was locked in prison
 El Chapo said he ran the world, and they forgot to listen
 Not me, nigga, one split second, I say "Fuck rap"
 And if I ran into El Chapo, he had work as one his captains
 And gave me 100 bricks and said "Migo, get it bracking"
 I walk into a Mexican Mafia meeting like
 What's happening? Pac's gone, Brenda's still got a baby
 What's happening? Lost ones in the land of the crazy
 What's happening? You can have a bad bitch in a Mercedes
 But that don't make your basic ass Beyonce or Jay-Z
 What's happening? Obama 'bout to move out the White House
 What's happening? Couple hood niggas 'bout to roll them dice out
 What's happening? Is you gon' let me use your EBT card (yeah)
 I wonder if I could slide it for commissary, yah
 Ain't it a shame?
 Another lost one running again
 (You know I bust my thang for you)
 You do the same old thing that your brothers did before you
 Planning your whole life under concrete in the soil
 Just a continuation, I wonder where you get your game from
 If I know anything it's that my old head taught me all alone
 And it's a cold game, better get your coat, get your snow chains, man
 It's a chess game full of kings and pawns
 Black and white squares, just depends what side you on
 (What side is you on?)
 I want a red '64 Impala with them things on it
 Black out inside an abandoned crack house
 Only thing from last night was dead bodies and glass pipes
 That was the age 4, and by the age 10
 They opened up the caged doors and let the fucking beast out
 Fuck my auntie couch, I'm 'bout to take the street route
 And get my shit the gangsta way, cause I can't be no Steve Stoute
 I'm too Nas for these niggas, I got a surprise for these niggas
 Potato cooking on the barrel, I bring the fries to these niggas
 Funeral hall, casket fit to the size of you niggas
 Chrome 45, no lie, come say goodbye to you niggas
 Sway got all the answers, Kanye lied to you niggas
 I don't even wanna be in no top 5 with you niggas
 I break ties with you niggas, then pay tithes for you niggas
 Los Angeles king, I will no fly zone you niggas
 Take a caravan and Impalas and drive to you niggas
 Close one and aim, Fetty Wap's eye to you niggas
 Ain't it a shame?
 Another lost one running again
 (You know I bust my thang for you)
 You do the same old thing that your brothers did before you
 Planning your whole life under concrete in the soil
 Just a continuation, I wonder where you get your game from
 If I know anything it's that my old head taught me all alone
 And it's a cold game, better get your coat, get your snow chains, man
 It's a chess game full of kings and pawns
 All I ever wanted was to ride my '64 down 'Shaw
 Uh, I'ma spit them verses for my niggas
 Dreams coming true, don't it always paint a perfect picture
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