Lyrics The Game Don't Change - Dukki Boi
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
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