the flu game
I put on for the gang when I
Pull up
Niggas lacking with the aim
And I
Could've
Done something different but I had to
Should've
Never have regret
Moving on
As if I would've
Given up
Better off you check your pull ups
Ain't pulling strings
Know the path a part of fuller
Ways to see the other-side, Sandra Bullock
Momma said orating help you see it thorough
Ugh
Put in work
A lot of sweat
Hanging from the face dry
Trust I really fuck with you
If we be on the FaceTime
Damn
I ain't really trying to wait ma
Trying to get up in it
Show you love
Unveil a great time
Different
Really on a mission
Sorry for the distance
It's inhibitions
Buried under sentence
Been feeling off
Been leaning onto senses
That you don't fuck with me the same
This shit an extension
Of me ascending, mind tamper with intention
Could barely feel it, even hard to mention
I almost gave my heart before the tension
Was getting close
I was barely tempted
Lately set the feel aside
Pointed to the benches
Always in a call to arms
Refuge in them trenches
Really trying to get mine
Stalking down the interest
All this shit is taking time
I even tempted
38 Points
Back to the bench
I don't play
Ugh
Took a loss
Just to stay
Hungry
Learning as I go
But still at hand few mistakes
Had me weak
Out of shape
Running
38 Points
Back to the bench
I don't play
Ugh
Took a loss
Just to stay
Hungry
Learning as I go
But still at hand few mistakes
Had me weak
Out of shape running
Gambling
Playing with my life
See this shit clear as the oracle
Pippen to the mic
Sitting in the red been horrible
In clearance of the spite
I got for feelings undermining aura
Stick 'em with the right
To scribble with the left
Jordan lept the leeches and the likes
Light Yagami type of nigga
Yet I veer to see the light
Ugh
Through the darkness
Clocking into picco
Then I'm back to fourth lethargic
Chiseling away for time
The ace a moving target
Caliper up on the whip been worn away, deposits
I don't got
Keeping it just where its parked
Racking up them tickets
So I'm boarding round with options
Shit was never easy
Shit was never offered
To us
We just had to get it, we just had to conquer
Son
Tu es belle et magnifique
Know what you come from
Sun Tzu maneuvers
Fighting demons in the undun
Tend to run it back
We scrapping 'till the sun comes
Trying to prove to self the most
I'm somebody to someone
None of this in vein
Lot of pain is unsung
Runs rampant
Through the flows
A legion of the lump sum
Pull up
Niggas lacking with the aim
And I
Could've
Done something different but I had to
Should've
Never have regret
Moving on
As if I would've
Given up
Better off you check your pull ups
Ain't pulling strings
Know the path a part of fuller
Ways to see the other-side, Sandra Bullock
Momma said orating help you see it thorough
Ugh
Put in work
A lot of sweat
Hanging from the face dry
Trust I really fuck with you
If we be on the FaceTime
Damn
I ain't really trying to wait ma
Trying to get up in it
Show you love
Unveil a great time
Different
Really on a mission
Sorry for the distance
It's inhibitions
Buried under sentence
Been feeling off
Been leaning onto senses
That you don't fuck with me the same
This shit an extension
Of me ascending, mind tamper with intention
Could barely feel it, even hard to mention
I almost gave my heart before the tension
Was getting close
I was barely tempted
Lately set the feel aside
Pointed to the benches
Always in a call to arms
Refuge in them trenches
Really trying to get mine
Stalking down the interest
All this shit is taking time
I even tempted
38 Points
Back to the bench
I don't play
Ugh
Took a loss
Just to stay
Hungry
Learning as I go
But still at hand few mistakes
Had me weak
Out of shape
Running
38 Points
Back to the bench
I don't play
Ugh
Took a loss
Just to stay
Hungry
Learning as I go
But still at hand few mistakes
Had me weak
Out of shape running
Gambling
Playing with my life
See this shit clear as the oracle
Pippen to the mic
Sitting in the red been horrible
In clearance of the spite
I got for feelings undermining aura
Stick 'em with the right
To scribble with the left
Jordan lept the leeches and the likes
Light Yagami type of nigga
Yet I veer to see the light
Ugh
Through the darkness
Clocking into picco
Then I'm back to fourth lethargic
Chiseling away for time
The ace a moving target
Caliper up on the whip been worn away, deposits
I don't got
Keeping it just where its parked
Racking up them tickets
So I'm boarding round with options
Shit was never easy
Shit was never offered
To us
We just had to get it, we just had to conquer
Son
Tu es belle et magnifique
Know what you come from
Sun Tzu maneuvers
Fighting demons in the undun
Tend to run it back
We scrapping 'till the sun comes
Trying to prove to self the most
I'm somebody to someone
None of this in vein
Lot of pain is unsung
Runs rampant
Through the flows
A legion of the lump sum
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Writer(s): Alioune Diack
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