Fastelavn - Ed 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 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