Derek here — and I just survived Soulja Boy The Influence, an album so bad it made my Wi-Fi threaten to unionize.
From the first beat, it’s clear this isn’t an album — it’s a public cry for relevance. Every song sounds like it was mixed on a Nintendo DS, with lyrics that read like rejected tweets from 2010.
Soulja’s out here reminding us, yet again, that he “started everything.” Relax, mate — you didn’t invent rap. You invented regret with a beat.
The production’s flatter than soda left in a hot car, and the bars? About as deep as a kiddie pool. It’s nostalgia-core gone wrong — like watching your old MySpace profile come to life and ask for royalties.
Soulja Boy – The Influence Final verdict: 1 sad crank out of 10.
If this is “The Influence,” then it’s influencing me to listen to literally anything else — including silence.
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