W.A.L.E. - The Followers Lyrics
Yeah, what's it all for?Trust in no man, but give it up to my LordI might influence entire wars from mariconsThere's levels to this fellowship, you stuck on the same boardTruly provokingshining new light through my zonesThe women open I should be light behind doorsOh that's swagcall me trash, who yall's source?Cause y'all sheepthe way I see it you're all lostLook what I encompass while you lacking directionWhy would the guide lie to us, you're looking fly OlympicsAnyone, Jordan, Johnson, Phelp shitI can off-hand, hit you right with strong hand hitsIn the zone little nigga doing small bowl ripsAnd my broad doing things only saw on flicksOh shit I'm the man, hoDunk Lows, only those come Japan, hoMoney fold, women clothes got me paranoidOnly fair to lose your ear at wedding ceremoniesEither way they should be voidedFollow me, follow me or forget me, follow meFollow me, follow me or forget me, follow meFollow me, follow me or forget me, follow meFollow 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 stepLike 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 kidAnd 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 ***** nickname is hold onSo called my jump off, she so far my call onYou beat like you Paqi you street fight like BoraEn garde, en garde, yeah, toucheLife's a lemon so why make it a Kool-AidHold your bread, it's not what you getting, but what you sayHold your head like in a blizzard rockin' a toupeMove, Folarin probably coming throughCamera roll like Pornhub, closet look like KarmaloopOh Folarin probably letting off, M box like model cars, closet look like BergdorfChecks ain't in stock, but I never fall to what rich niggas care aboutBirds in my parent's house, shot, ***** malariaBack to the spot I still rock the rarest apparel, yahFollow me, follow me or forget me, follow meFollow me, follow me or forget me, follow meFollow me, follow me or forget me, follow meFollow me, follow me or forgive me, ‘cause y'all about to seeN**ga is you crazy?Follow me, follow me or forget me, follow meFollow me, follow me or forget me, follow meFollow me, follow me or forget me, follow meFollow me, follow me or forgive me, ‘cause y'all about to see
