Raekwon - Influenza lyrics

[Verse 1] Sometimes I feel like a n***a ain't good enough Paint art but these n***as don't look enough Single parent home moms ain't cook enough Use to sell weed but I didn't push enough I was too busy in the stu cooking up Looking up, to the sky, like look at us Look at Raz with the Lo' sport gear on em He been the man for his balls had hair on em And he see his n***as going down the wrong roads But he can't steer for em so he say a prayer for em Then blow smoke in the air for em in em air Jordans these pair really rare I don't wear often Often caught in dreams of lake shore lofting Blowing loud green Al Green playing yo n***as wanna see me beneath soil and rejoice In the recoil, as my hearts stops.. In this Game I see me on top my girl asked what About her I said I see me on top brandish The watch, the dot stay in me like a scatter plot Master Plan Pac strictly for my n***as yeah Influenza sickness lighting the Buddha you now eyeing The Lion of Judah, every rhyme is a rugger I let my Guess jeans hang like a booger, thats nasty Tryna be the mansa musa of the future Stanza's is the coolest no Santa's where we cooling Started at the bottom and we there still trooping my Blueprint making def jams Rick Rubin's Invested in gold a**ets Mark Cuban's ..Stupid muthaf**as had me on they snooze list Now I'm on they boo's who's who list, do this For people who love that hip hop sh** the flows back Everyone else can s** dick you can quote that [VERSE 2: Raekwon] I hear you young prince gather your thoughts Stay at course where you stay fly, get rich and blow like a horse I heard the hood hated, your lab it was gated Them 400 keys I sent, you graduated Stay protected, and don't be f**ing em raw They know you got money now just cum in they jaw And those Colombians we f** with, them n***as my sons The next months h**ne just bring out the guns We independent, word got back we in the pen with it Don't see me activated, then I'm suspended I'm just parleying potato the mack up and braying Hope n***as test mine I'm out for the slaying Just keep ya dome straight fake n***as living with hate They know who go real with it just listen to Rae Take it from me king, speak truth its real in the clinks Guess who put you on only built 4 Cuban Linx [VERSE 3: Raz Fresco] Sat back polyin fresh to the mausoleum Chamber, Ryu kicks wit 3 vegas the Baker n the chef shine like Vegas He call me 88 cause I got that og flavour I'm like Mussolini in a polo beanie rock the gold Linguine Roped up poster boy of the rich porters of the New era, theraflu games, flame sporter Insert quarters on em dames swerve Daytona all my n***as in the field I feel like a slave owner BC OG O.Z.'s better then California since a Toddler, Cash Rules, study black mobsters Wu Tang Clan Gambinos of the culture Crown me, ultra, like the UV, ulcer Sick sh**, need million dollar offers cause Two and two makes four crystal crazily poured We slice cats hold the mic like sword