Full Lyrics : Raz Fresco Ft. Raekwon - Influenza

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 assets 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 shit the flow back

Everyone else can suck dick u can quote dat

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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 heroine 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 shit, need million dollar offers cuz

Two and two makes four crystal crazily poured 

We slice cats hold the mic like sword

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