The Influence
Yeah, Soulja Livin Tru, nigga
It's a dun da dun, you know that
Hey, baby, if it ain't NFL JOC, just turn that shit off
Next time when you think bout sellin out
just remember that this dick was in your mouth
I got sticks up in the couch, yeah, the same house I be trappin' out
I live that same life you niggas rappin' bout
I get that blow and pass it out
Niggas want smoke until they passing out
I'm a float when and where to whoever be cashin' out
Ask around, I'm the nigga certified, gon' hold it down
I Got plays fromflordf City all the way to Uptown, nigga
Nigga, nigga
Yeah, nigga
Dade country 3 0 5, nigga
Soulja Livin Tru, nigga
Yeah, yeah
Junkie, give that pape, to whoever come quicker
You ain't up before the sun, then you ain't a drug dealer
Thinkin' you the only one, you must be a dumb nigga
You know I do it for the funds, not to fuckin' fun, nigga
They done seen me with the boss, now they callin' me the biggest
I got that chicken she a tender, now she callin' me for Quickies
She know I can keep a secret, so she leave without her Vicky's
But Don't leave me round her friends
cause she know this shit get tricky
Ha, ha, ha
Ha, yeah
Yeah, nigga
Yeah, nigga
Ha, ha, ha
You hear NFL jock on the beat
Base, booming, if Lil Durk met a nigga
He'll call me The Influence
I Remember trying to walk to school, they still charge me with Truant
Now you can't even get me to ride some shit without insurance
Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha
Yeah
For the winners, man
Ha, ha
Ha, ha
Yeah
It's a dun-da-dun
Yeah
Know that
Huh
Huh
Yeah
It's a dun da dun, you know that
Hey, baby, if it ain't NFL JOC, just turn that shit off
Next time when you think bout sellin out
just remember that this dick was in your mouth
I got sticks up in the couch, yeah, the same house I be trappin' out
I live that same life you niggas rappin' bout
I get that blow and pass it out
Niggas want smoke until they passing out
I'm a float when and where to whoever be cashin' out
Ask around, I'm the nigga certified, gon' hold it down
I Got plays fromflordf City all the way to Uptown, nigga
Nigga, nigga
Yeah, nigga
Dade country 3 0 5, nigga
Soulja Livin Tru, nigga
Yeah, yeah
Junkie, give that pape, to whoever come quicker
You ain't up before the sun, then you ain't a drug dealer
Thinkin' you the only one, you must be a dumb nigga
You know I do it for the funds, not to fuckin' fun, nigga
They done seen me with the boss, now they callin' me the biggest
I got that chicken she a tender, now she callin' me for Quickies
She know I can keep a secret, so she leave without her Vicky's
But Don't leave me round her friends
cause she know this shit get tricky
Ha, ha, ha
Ha, yeah
Yeah, nigga
Yeah, nigga
Ha, ha, ha
You hear NFL jock on the beat
Base, booming, if Lil Durk met a nigga
He'll call me The Influence
I Remember trying to walk to school, they still charge me with Truant
Now you can't even get me to ride some shit without insurance
Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha
Yeah
For the winners, man
Ha, ha
Ha, ha
Yeah
It's a dun-da-dun
Yeah
Know that
Huh
Huh
Yeah
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Writer(s): Daniel Lewis
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