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letra de magnus carlsen - the game

[produced by bongo]

[verse 1: anderson .paak]
tie on a bandana, then we lay him out
fighting over two colors 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 k!llin’ each other, but so what?
keep it up and there’s gon’ be no crips and no bloods
n-gg- 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 when my rent is in the mattress
but be at the course if i have to use patience
i’m shootin’ a premature dream in the napkin
battlin’ the evils in the flesh that i’m wrapped in
waiting for my eagle, but the seagulls are distractin’

[bridge: anderson .paak]
what’s happenin’, n-gg-s?
what’s happenin’?
what’s happenin’?
what’s happenin’?
what’s happenin’? yeah

[verse 2: the game]
what’s happenin’? my n-gg- just died from aids
what’s happenin’? isis throwin’ grenades
what’s happenin’? white boys shootin’ up a church
what’s happenin’? my n-gg- 2-2 just got some work
what’s happenin’? you can get it if you got it, n-gg-
but i ain’t got it, n-gg-, i’m just a solid n-gg-
who run compton, f-ck b-tches and flick impala switches
even if i was born blind, you n-gg-s couldn’t stop my vision
right on time with mine thanks to them old doc prescriptions
west side flourishin’ 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, n-gg-, one split second, i say “f-ck 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

[bridge: anderson .paak]
what’s happenin’? pac’s gone, brenda’s still got a baby
what’s happenin’? lost ones in the land of the crazy
what’s happenin’? you can have a bad b-tch in a mercedes
but that don’t make your basic -ss beyoncé or jay-z
what’s happenin’? obama ’bout to move out the white house
what’s happenin’? couple ‘hood n-gg-s ’bout to roll them dice out
what’s happenin’? is you gon’ let me use your ebt card? (yeah)
i wonder if i could slide it for commissary, yah

[chorus: anderson .paak]
ain’t it a shame?
another lost one runnin’ again
(you know i bust my thang for you)
you do the same old thing that your brothers did before you
plannin’ your whole life under concrete in the soil
just a continuation, i wonder where you get your game from
if i know anythin’ 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 p-wns
black and white squares, just depends what side you on
(what side is you on? what you want?
what you want? what you want?)
i want a red ’64 impala with them things on it

[verse 3: the game]
black out inside an abandoned crack house
only thing from last night was dead bodies and gl-ss pipes
that was the age 4, and by the age 10
they opened up the caged doors and let the f-ckin’ beasts out
f-ck my auntie couch, i’m ’bout to take the street route
and get my sh-t the gangsta way, cause i can’t be no steve stoute
i’m too nas for these n-gg-s, i got a surprise for these n-gg-s
potato cookin’ on the barrel, i bring the fries to these n-gg-s
funeral hall, casket fit to the size of you n-gg-s
chrome 45, no lie, come say goodbye to you n-gg-s
sway got all the answers, kanye lied to you n-gg-s
i don’t even wanna be in no top 5 with you n-gg-s
i break ties with you n-gg-s, then pay tithes for you n-gg-s
los angeles king, i will no fly zone you n-gg-s
take a caravan and impalas and drive to you n-gg-s
close one and aim, fetty wap’s eye to you n-gg-s

[chorus: anderson .paak]
ain’t it a shame?
another lost one runnin’ again
(you know i bust my thang for you)
you do the same old thing that your brothers did before you
plannin’ your whole life under concrete in the soil
just a continuation, i wonder where you get your game from
if i know anythin’ 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 p-wns
all i ever wanted was to ride my ’64 down ‘shaw
uh, i’ma spit them verses for my n-gg-s
dreams comin’ true, don’t it always paint a perfect picture

- the game

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