(Verse 1 – 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
Ni**a 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…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
(Bridge 1 – Anderson Paak)
What’s happening, ni**as? Mm
What’s happening? Hm
What’s happening?
What’s happening? Mm
What’s happening?
Mm, yeah
(Verse 2 – The Game)
What’s happening? My ni**a just died from Aids
What’s happening? ISIS throwing grenades
What’s happening? White boys shooting up a church
What’s happening? My ni**a 2-2 just got some work
What’s happening? You can get it if you got it, ni**a
But I ain’t got it, ni**a, I’m just a solid ni**a
Who run Compton, f**k bi**hes and flick Impala switches
Even if I was born blind, you ni**as 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, ni**a, one split second, I say f**k 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 2 – Anderson Paak)
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 bi**h 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 ni**as 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
(Chorus – Anderson Paak)
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
(Break)
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
(Verse 3 – The Game)
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 f**king beast out
F**k 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 ni**as, I got a surprise for these ni**as
Potato cooking on the barrel, I bring the fries to these ni**as
Funeral hall, casket fit to the size of you ni**as
Chrome 45, no lie, come say goodbye to you ni**as
Sway got all the answers, Kanye lied to you ni**as
I don’t even wanna be in no top 5 with you ni**as
I break ties with you ni**as, then pay tithes for you ni**as
Los Angeles king, I will no fly zone you ni**as
Take a caravan and Impalas and drive to you ni**as
Close one and aim, Fetty Wap’s eye to you ni**as
(Repeat Chorus)
(Outro)
All I ever wanted was to ride my 64 down Shaw
Uh, I’ma spit them verses for my ni**as
Dreams coming true, don’t it always paint a perfect picture
