Raz Fresco - Influenza lyrics

Ft. Raekwon Sometimes i feel like a n*gga ain’t good enough Paint art but these n*ggas dont 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*ggas 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 dont wear often Often caught in dreams of lakeshore loftin Blowing loud green al green playing yo n*ggas 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 4 my n*ggas yea Influenza sickness lighting the buddha you now eyeing The lion of judah, every rhyme is a ruger i let my Guess jeans hang like a booger, thats nasty Tryna b 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 rubins Invested in gold a**ets mark cubans ..stupid muthaf*ckas had me on they snooze list Now im on they boo’s who’s who list, do this For people who love that hip hop sh** the flow back Everyone else can s** dick u can quote dat – 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, ya lab it was gated Them 400 keys i sent, you graduated Stay protected, and dont be f*cking em raw They know you got money now just cum in they jaw And those columbians we f*ck with, them n*ggas my sons The next months h**ne just bring out the guns We independent, word got back we in the pen with it Dont see me activated, then im suspended, Im just parle’ing potatoe the mack up and braying Hope n*ggas test mine im out for the slaying Just keep ya dome straight fake n*ggas 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 clinkz Guess who put u 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 cuz that og flavour Im like mussolini inna 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 swurv daytona all my n*ggas in the field i feel like a slave owner Bc og oz’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 cuz Two and two makes four crystal crazily poured We slice cats hold the mic like sword