The Game Goes On

Hold back me, or Imma keep choping, this shit is real

Man hungry again man, trying to figure out what I got like two dollars man
Run down to store and buy me some bag of chips or something man
Stomatch touching my back man, don't make no sense man
I'm bouta get outa line and do something, to do something

I'm living paycheck to paycheck, trying to pay the rent
Crackers think I'm a slave forever, they got me bent
I'm about to pull a move. Bout to rob when I'm blind
Let me call my partner Z-Ro, and see what's on his mind

Well, I'm going through a thang, K
I really need to make some change, K
I'm thinkin' 2-11, I'm feelin' strange, K
No job, so there's no way for me to pay the bills
If you with me then let's get paid, live lavish and chill

You ain't saying nothing homie. I been waitin' for a lick
Got a girl fine as hell, but I'm too broke to trick
Last- last two months I've been thinking of a caper
Come scoop your boy up and let's connive on some paper

Put on- put on your seatbelt so the law's won't hate
We taking a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bake cakes
$9, 000 for a half, $18, 000 grand for a whole
But I ain't bring no money with me just my black-

The game goes on
And it might not ever change (ever change)
Too familiar with this pain (with this pain)
Is it suicide living in the fast lane? (lane)

The game goes on
And it might not ever change (ever change)
Too familiar with this pain (with this pain)
Is it suicide living in the fast lane? (lane)

Boy, this plan kinda real. Ro, I'm ready to ride
But what's the deal with all these hard heads standing outside?
This boy he got an army, and they all heat packers
Two guns against twenty equals two dead jackers

I know the odds are against us, therefore I planned ahead
In the trunk is an A-K, H-K, A-R in the back of the car
Plus- plus, it ain't no rush. We gone lay low
'Til his partners start to leaving, and he's drunk on the floor

Yo, you know I heard that he a sucker for a screwing
Let's set this fool up with Michelle, and let her do him
Get his guard down then right before he rise
We kick the door in and unleash heat surprise

But it ain't his birthday. It's gone be his worst day
K-Rino and Z-Ro, we both currency thirsty
Phone- clone, call Michelle so we can get it together
Man, I'm tired of being broke, bro, let's get this cheddar

The game goes on
And it might not ever change (ever change)
Too familiar with this pain (with this pain)
Is it suicide living in the fast lane? (lane)

The game goes on
And it might ne- never change (ever change)
Too familiar with this pain (with this pain)
Is it- is it suicide li- live- in lan- lane? (lane)

You know what, Z-Ro, this move that we pulled was shife
But I ain't never seen this kind of paper in my whole life
Money all around me, can't get much greater
Just stuff it in the bag man, we'll count it up later

Yes, indeedy, guess you can say the needy got greedy
But I was tired of hearing my children scream "Daddy, please feed me!"
I got up, got out, and got something fast
But I'm feeling funny 'bout the way we got this cash

Man, don't sweat that. You 'bout to have the finer things
'Cause we got more money than Timmy Chan got wings
Diamond rings and fancy things, and pockets full of change
'Cause the game goes on and, it ain't gon' never change

The game goes on
And it might not ever change (ever change)
Too familiar with this pain (with this pain)
Is it suicide living in the fast lane? (lane)

The game goes on
And it might never- never change (ever change)
Too familiar with this pain (with this pain)
Is it- is it suicide li- live- in lan- lane? (lane)

The game goes on (big time, K-Rino once again)
And it might ne- never change (ever change)
Too familiar with this pain (with this pain)
Is it- is it suicide li- live- in lan- lane? (lane) (doing this for my nigga screw rest in peace)

The game goes on (ya' know what I'm saying)
And it might not ever change (ever change)
Too familiar with this pain (with this pain)
Is it suicide living in the fast lane? (lane)



Credits
Writer(s): Wasalu Jaco, Daniel A. Johnson, Jonathan Keith Brown, Eric Scott Judy, Dustin William Brower, Dann Michael Gallucci, Isaac K. Brock
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