Game Ain’t Changed 2

Lyrics

Intro: (Lone Star Mobb talking, slow Texas drawl, blunt smoke in the air.)
"Man, I done seen too many homies fall off for the same reason…"
"Stressin’ over a chick that ain’t never been his to begin with…"
"She already got a Plan B, C, and D lined up, while you sittin’ there wonderin’ why she ain’t answerin’ your calls…"
(Beat drops: Slow, heavy bass, G-Funk synths humming, lazy hi-hats clappin’.)
Verse 1: (Slow, deep, almost spoken—classic S.P.M cadence.)
Smokin’ spliffs, gettin’ litty, with my bitties, countin’ fifties (Mmmhmm!)
Doubled up the pack, now the bank lookin’ silly (That’s right!)
I don’t even know how the night went, but I know I made a play (Facts!)
Woke up with a pocket full of hundreds, now I’m straight (Straight!)
She keep blowin’ up my line, cryin’ ‘bout commitment (What?!)
Told her, "I don’t do no cuffin’, baby, I just handle business" (Uh-huh!)
You was somebody’s problem before I met you, I ain't trippin’ (Nah!)
By the time you call again, I’ma be somewhere different (Gone!)
"See, the difference between me and you? I knew the rules before I played. You still out here tryna turn a stray into a house pet…"
Hook: (Signature S.P.M flow, slow, slightly melodic, hypnotic Texas bounce.)
You can’t change her, nah, you’ll be just another stranger (She gone!)
Never been the type to maintain her, to retain her (Nope!)
You just detained her, you can’t claim her (Nah!)
Can’t blame her, you can’t tame her (No way!)
You’ll just become another strangerrrrr, ohhhh! (Whooo!)
"I told you, homie… she was never yours, it was just your turn!"
Verse 2: (Even slower, calculated, every word drippin’ wisdom. The pauses make the punchlines hit harder.)
Oooooo, you irrelevant, watchin’ while I’m feelin’ her (Feelin’ her!)
Told me that she love me, I just laughed, now she bitter (Hah!)
I don’t tell ‘em nothin’, I just let ‘em make they move (Go ‘head!)
‘Cause if she switchin’ up today, she gon’ do the same to you (Think about it!)
I been in the game too long to play pretend (Nope!)
I don’t lose sleep over what I can’t defend (Never!)
Told my youngin’, "If she real, she gon’ move in silence" (Shhh!)
If she talkin’ ‘bout commitment, she just runnin’ science (That’s game!)
"See, they don’t love YOU, homie… They love the benefits. The trips, the gifts, the lifestyle. You take that away, and watch how quick they disappear."
Bridge: (Beat slows, Spanish guitar riff plays, voice gets deeper, more reflective.)
I been down before, now my pockets up (Racks!)
Took too many losses, had to run it up (Run it!)
I don’t trust these faces, they all switchin’ up (They fake!)
So if she tell me she love me, I don’t give a f***! (Haha!)
"You tryna love a woman that never learned to love herself? Man, she don’t want you… she want what you provide!"
Verse 3: (Final verse—full "Big Homie" game talk, slow, clear, no rush. Like he’s speakin’ straight into a young hustler’s ears.)
I be where the money at, pockets sittin’ deep (Whoo!)
Posted up with hustlers, sittin’ deep (Whoo!)