Influence

Yeah EST '01 shit You know how I'm rockin Aye The quan is back I'm maybe young, but I'm still gone tell yo ass to do it I'm yo momma, I'm yo pops, I'm you motherfucking influence Used to get hated by everybody, sneak dissin my music If you talking bout "Quan Dogg ain't this", I might say something stupid All that posting fake ass blicks on social media, who is you shootin'? Lotta niggas die, can't see they twenties like I'm the one that's lucky Got my Bernie MAC-11, "Who you wit?" This ain't funny I ain't gone lie, I used to get flamed at like I ain't got no money F*ck a job, used to work nine-to-five, hell nah it's ten-to-four I can't trust nobody, it's f*ck everybody, friends be turning foes All them coworkers I used to work with, they don't know my life, bro Asking me what's my lifestyle, and all that shit Is you slow? I was making on one song, some random hoe texting my phone It bet not be that one bitch posted that pic in front of my home, nigga Aye, aye, aye, aye Gang shit, nigga, I'm just getting started, nigga Slidin down yo block, we started shootin like we in a war And I got this chopper long as hell, no extinction cord You think we at yo front door, hell nah we at yo back door Nigga said he want some cheese, I think that nigga lactose Yeah we outside at yo crib, we opened up them van doors Them chopper shells got that invoice, this ain't no vendors Snitch on me, ima catch you lackin outside of that court Chopper lay em down, now he grass, this ain't no lawnmower We finna put them 762's to his body Catch a opp lacking shot his ass down, now he died I be freestyling shit, so I ain't even gotta write Yeah we at yo block right now, I ain't even gotta slide Pussy nigga said he want smoke, but he smoking cancer sticks Dr. Dre, "Wreckin' Cru" At yo block, wreckin' shit I just heard an opp slip, yeah we gonna slide quick I be speaking real ahit since the fucking Quanprint , nigga Aye, aye, aye, aye Aye Nigga, aye Aye nigga Aye nigga, this ain't over yet, nigga I don't need no beat, I don't need no drums, nigga Let this shit ride, folk Niggas actin like some bitches, but they out here sneak dissin Opps think they cold, I got this glock with the heat sensor I heard that you's a rat ass boy, you ain't no street nigga Yeah I got them glocks, and them drac's, aye let me get em Yeah I'm from the south side of the L, you ain't be near it Nigga tryna shoot me with his hands, you can't be serious I ain't talking shit lil nigga, I'm being realistic You know where I'm coming from, nigga, I'm with my real niggas B-B-E the label lil nigga, we finna sign niggas Feeling like lil Wayne, cuz I'm always on the grind, nigga A lotta f*ck niggas waisting my time All that sneak dissing they songs, but they mans really dying Man, I don't really wanna rap no more I wear hats, I don't really wanna cap no more I was a lil ass kid, I was at the store Choppa hit that nigga in his lungs, he won't do that no more, nigga No rap cap shit I maybe young, but im still gone tell yo ass to do it I'm yo momma, I'm yo pops, I'm yo motherfucking influence Used to get hated by everybody, sneak dissing my music If you talking bout Quan Dogg ain't this, I might do something stupid All that posting fake ass blicks on social media, who is you shootin Lotta niggas die, can't see they twenties like I'm the one that's lucky