Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Still in the game ain't a damn thing changed/ Except the numbers
and the letters on the plane don't look the same/ My range more rover/
Lapped the world twice over/ No vice I'm feeling nice with snake eyes
on the dice/ Snowflakes on my chin/ ‘89 summertime with Jeff and
The Prince is where the story begins/ Back then Chuck in Motion, ashy
with no lotion/ We would just live for the moment/ Dreams were so
potent/ Jump on the bus maybe 20 of us/ 30 bucks divey it up, looking
at it like chuch!/ Hitting Night Moves, we checking dimes for clues/
Spitting lines like we writing with HP tools/ And when BAPE was
cool/ We was on a next flex/ Working 2 day times and now cashing
them cheques/ Dreads twist to fades and right around them days/ I
was on the stage with Snoop, killin' em multiple ways/ Tell ‘em!
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[VERSE 2]
My grind is coffee refined I'm never slouch with it/ Lay the nicest
16 like hardwood or laminate/ Whip words since Big Bird taught me
my A, B's/ I had the hottest team way before they had scabies/ Streets
bugging, clubs bubbling like a kettle/ If I had beef to settle, put the
vinyl to the metal/ Them home town beat bullies see fully or lay down/
We all had dues to pay, I'm glad we paid now/ Dollar for dollar still
maintaining and relevant/ They F’d with the game so much that now
it's celibate/ But Jack Meez with the greatest of ease/ Is putting cats on
freeze like dinner TV's/ Whoa!/ That ‘08 Ron Devoe, New Edition to
your block like rock and condos/ Working the melody action they
telling me/ Will charge this game up with a mega blast of energy/ GO!
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