The Game Goes On (feat. Z-Ro) - K Rino

I’m living paycheck to paycheck, tryna pay the rent

Crackers thinking I’m a slave forever, they got me bent

I’m bout to pull a move, 'bout to rob one of 'em blind

Let me call my partner Z-Ro and see what’s on his mind

Well, I’m going through a thang, K, I really need to make some change, K

I’m thinkin' 2−11, I’m feelin' strange, K

No job, there’s no way for me to pay the bills

If you with me then let’s get paid, live lavish and chill

You ain’t sayin' nothing homie, I been waitin' for a lick

Got a gal fine as hell, but I’m too broke to trick

The last two months I’ve been thinking of a caper

Come scoop your boy up and let’s connive on some paper

Get in, put on your seatbelt so the Laws won’t hate

We takin' a trip to the bottoms with Mr. Hector bakes cakes

$ 9,000 for a half, $ 18,000 for a whole

But I ain’t bring no money with me, just my black .44

The game goes on

And it might not ever change

Too familiar with this pain

Is it suicide living in the fast lane?

Boy, this plan kind of real, Ro, I’m ready to ride

But what’s the deal with all these hard heads standing outside?

This boy he got an army and they all heat packers

Two guns against twenty equals two dead jackers

I know the odds are against us, therefore I planned ahead

In the trunk is an AK, HK, AR, in the back of the car

Plus, it ain’t no rush, we gon' lay low

'Til his partners start to leaving and he’s drunk on the floor

Yo, you know I heard that he a sucker for a screwing

Let’s set this fool up with Michelle and let her do him

Get his guard down then right before he rise

We kick the door in and unleash heat, surprise

But it ain’t his birthday, it’s gon' be his worst day

K-Rino and Z-Ro, we both currency thirsty

Hit my phone, call Michelle so we can get it together

Man, I’m tired of being broke bro, let’s get this cheddar

The game goes on

And it might not ever change

Too familiar with this pain

Is it suicide living in the fast lane?

You know what, Z-Ro, this move that we pulled was sheist

But I ain’t never seen this kind of paper in my whole life

Money all around me, can’t get much greater

Just stuff it in the bag, man, we’ll count it up later

Yes, indeedy, guess you can say the needy got greedy

But I was tired of hearing my children scream, «Daddy, please feed me!»

I got up, got out and got something fast

But I’m feeling funny 'bout the way we got this cash

Man, don’t sweat that, you 'bout to have the finer things

'Cause we got more money than Timmy Chan got wings

Diamond rings and fancy things and pockets full of change

'Cause the game goes on and it ain’t gon' never change

The game goes on

And it might not ever change

Too familiar with this pain

Is it suicide living in the fast lane?