Magnus Carlsen

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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