Dukki Boi - The Game Don't Change

Perfect timing
Be careful what you wish for ya heard me
Or you’ll never see it coming
Everybody wanna play till somebody gotta lose
The game don’t change just the players
Same bag dunk or a layup
Foul niggas hacking on your way up
Ignore the trash talk from bench players
The game don’t change just the players
Same bag dunk or a layup
Foul niggas hacking on your way up
Ignore the trash talk from bench players
Clock ticking let me take over the mission
Tunnel vision nigga focused on winning
Type of shit to make your soul cry
I ain’t the MVP that’s a whole lie
Shout out to Michael Thomas can’t trust Brees
Dead men can’t do nothing with apologies
Sitting bedside in my king size
U can’t stop me
God got me
It’s hard to ride a wave when the water choppy
I know some hitters 15 with the hearts of Rocky
But they steps ain’t sturdy
Background dirty
Start it with ya dig
End it with ya heard me
Red don’t speak much but her brown eyes flirty
Bout to shoot my shot game winner James Worthy
Swish, oh shit
What you thought my nigga I don’t miss
For winning I got a love jones
She the baddest in the club I’m taking her home
Alternate jerseys I’m at her dome
She hit the high note nigga no love song
If you think it’s no Biggie then you dead wrong
Wading through these troubled waters no slave song
If you rocking with me nigga then you dead on
In my vibe like Kendrick and Jay song
The game don’t change just the players
Same bag dunk or a layup
Foul niggas hacking on your way up
Ignore the trash talk from bench players
The game don’t change just the players
Same bag dunk or a layup
Foul niggas hacking on your way up
Ignore the trash talk from bench players
I see the pain in your eyes
You mean mugging homie but that ain’t no disguise
Type of nigga never say no goodbyes
Rather tell you see you later hoping for a better time
Had to huddle up now it’s time to burn the summer up
Got my team right niggas knowing they can’t fuck with us
It took discipline now we rolling Michelin
Oh it’s him again, yeah I’m on my shit again
Lil more paper
True Skillz taper
Hurt niggas boo-hoo’n let me thank my haters
Wolf son Angie baby
Spending a lot more time with my people lately
Pimping my pen haters aggravated
She cook my breakfast at night while you masturbating
Lil shit to make you do better
Love all over me like a new sweater
When it’s gone and you miss it can you manifest the fortitude to get back with it
Had to catch a flight buy a ticket till you back on solid ground and you kiss it
Listen
Remember all that dirt you was kicking till a west wind blew and you lost your vision
And when the players change my nigga
The love ain’t the same my nigga
The game don’t change just the players
Same bag dunk or a layup
Foul niggas hacking on your way up
Ignore the trash talk from bench players
The game don’t change just the players
Same bag dunk or a layup
Foul niggas hacking on your way up
Ignore the trash talk from bench players

Written by:
Donald Charles

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