Lyrics Magnus Carlsen - Anderson .Paak , The Game
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
Henessy
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
wrapping
Waiting
for
my
eagle,
but
the
seagulls
are
distracting
What's
happening,
niggas?
Mm
What's
happening?
Hm
What's
happening?
What's
happening?
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
fathers
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
[?]
all
alone
And
it's
a
cold
game,
better
get
your
coke,
get
your
snow
change
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
Colt
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
tired
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
fathers
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
[?]
all
alone
And
it's
a
cold
game,
better
get
your
coke,
get
your
snow
change
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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