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The Followers

Yeah, what's it all for?

Trust in no man, but give it up to my Lord

I might influence entire wars from maricons

There's levels to this fellowship, you stuck on the same board

Truly provoking

shining new light through my zones

The women open I should be light behind doors

Oh that's swag

call me trash, who yall's source?

Cause y'all sheep

the way I see it you're all lost

Look what I encompass while you lacking direction

Why would the guide lie to us, you're looking fly Olympics

Anyone, Jordan, Johnson, Phelp shit

I can off-hand, hit you right with strong hand hits

In the zone little nigga doing small bowl rips

And my broad doing things only saw on flicks

Oh shit I'm the man, ho

Dunk Lows, only those come Japan, ho

Money fold, women clothes got me paranoid

Only fair to lose your ear at wedding ceremonies

Either way they should be voidedFollow me, follow me or forget me, follow me

Follow me, follow me or forget me, follow me

Follow me, follow me or forget me, follow me

Follow me, follow me or forgive me, ‘cause y'all about to see(The point is I intend to undertake this. And I'll do it with or without you. So if you're scared, if you haven't got the stomach for this, let's get it out right now! And I'll go on my own. If not, you can get on board and we can get to work! Now what's it going to be?)But nigga is you crazy? They say I lost a step

Like the second wedding ring bearer somewhere in the orphanage is, do you blame me?

But the anger I express, providing messages, it's not for parents you forced the kid

And you hate me, because you too lazy to decypher what I'm writing, and I say to it

“Oh, I never fall off I get my Bill John Wall on”

Bills fill up that Goyard, your bitch nickname is hold on

So called my jump off, she so far my call on

You beat like you Paqi you street fight like Bora

En garde, en garde, yeah, touche

Life's a lemon so why make it a Kool-Aid

Hold your bread, it's not what you getting, but what you say

Hold your head like in a blizzard rockin' a toupe

Move, Folarin probably coming through

Camera roll like Pornhub, closet look like Karmaloop

Oh Folarin probably letting off, M box like model cars, closet look like Bergdorf

Checks ain't in stock, but I never fall to what rich niggas care about

Birds in my parent's house, shot, fuck malaria

Back to the spot I still rock the rarest apparel, yahFollow me, follow me or forget me, follow me

Follow me, follow me or forget me, follow me

Follow me, follow me or forget me, follow me

Follow me, follow me or forgive me, ‘cause y'all about to seeN**ga is you crazy?Follow me, follow me or forget me, follow me

Follow me, follow me or forget me, follow me

Follow me, follow me or forget me, follow me

Follow me, follow me or forgive me, ‘cause y'all about to see

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