Flu Game

I'm sick as shit right now & I'm still recording Fucked up, so what's your excuse for it (Niggas don't really want this shit man) I'm sick as shit right now and I'm still recording Got my flu games on, I feel like Michael Jordan Put me in the game coach, I ain't done scoring If it ain't bout no money, than it ain't important I just got em imported, now I'm driving on Forgis & I'm with my shorty, it don't ever get boring (she always horny) When these niggas recording, nobody tell em it's corny? (shit crazy) Niggas can't play us, I had to put 38 up Now I'm riding round with the nine on my side But don't say none & you don't know where I came from Or how hard it is to make some out yourself Or some mother fucking money I did it though, guess I'm lucky She keep looking, guess she wanna f*ck me I already know these hoes ain't for me We popping champagne like we won the game Next day I needed some Gatorade Fucking with my dad on my birthday They got me fucked up in the worst way & I don't even know how I got home I just know that I had that shit on & one look, your bitch gone Heard you got caught going through her phone We don't do that shit over here Keep that over there man, you niggas weird & to keep it real Niggas ain't really who they say they is (they fake as f*ck) It always seems impossible until it's done I ain't never giving up, nigga I'm sick as shit right now and I'm still recording Got my flu games on, I feel like Michael Jordan Put me in the game coach, I ain't done scoring If it ain't bout no money, than it ain't important