Game Don’t Change Inspectah Deck
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[Verse 1]
The nigga that all of the talk 'bout
Plates on the table, got knives and forks out
Nines and four-pounds clappin' like proud parents
S.I., red-eyes off the loud package
Corner G, born a G, talk so raw
You couldn't nod harder off a D-Boy
Magneto pull
Brother stay, custom made
Twelve hundred spokes on a vehicle
City slick, sip liquor with a 50's kick
I keep a grip, pretty bitch, and a sticky spliff
From a place called try and test
We're them shooters, they let it fly quicker than step
It's the come-up, "Yo, whaddup boss, where the work at?"
Ten G's a day on a pole, shorty, twerk that
Yeah, that's get it how you live it
While niggas get mad tryna figure how you did it
Twenty-four seven, three-sixty-five, mind on the money
Friday night, eyes on the honey
Rebel lean on 'em, no prometh
Saturday, fuck around, blow the whole check
[Chorus]
Chase paper, see what the streets make of you
The victor or the vic just to name a few
If these walls could talk, they'd tell you what the neighbors knew
The game don't change, the players do
The nigga that all of the talk 'bout
Plates on the table, got knives and forks out
Nines and four-pounds clappin' like proud parents
S.I., red-eyes off the loud package
Corner G, born a G, talk so raw
You couldn't nod harder off a D-Boy
Magneto pull
Brother stay, custom made
Twelve hundred spokes on a vehicle
City slick, sip liquor with a 50's kick
I keep a grip, pretty bitch, and a sticky spliff
From a place called try and test
We're them shooters, they let it fly quicker than step
It's the come-up, "Yo, whaddup boss, where the work at?"
Ten G's a day on a pole, shorty, twerk that
Yeah, that's get it how you live it
While niggas get mad tryna figure how you did it
Twenty-four seven, three-sixty-five, mind on the money
Friday night, eyes on the honey
Rebel lean on 'em, no prometh
Saturday, fuck around, blow the whole check
[Chorus]
Chase paper, see what the streets make of you
The victor or the vic just to name a few
If these walls could talk, they'd tell you what the neighbors knew
The game don't change, the players do
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