The Followers
By
Wale
Album
Mass Appeal compilation
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Yeah, what's it all for?
Trust in no man, but give it up to my Lord.
Am I influencing tight walls for my decree?
It's levels to this fellowship, you stuck on the same board.
Truly provoking, shining new light through my songs.
Get women open, I shed moonlight, designing doors.
Oh, that's swag, call me trash. Who your source? 'Cause you
The way I see it, you're all lost.
Look what I encompass. Why you lacking direction?
I would be the guy. Might. Was just looking fly. Olympics.
Anyone: Jordan, Johnson, Phelps. I can all fame you.
Write you a strong hand hits and I don't know Lord doin'
Small bone ribs and my broad doin' things only saw on flicks.
Oh, I'm that man.
Dunk low. Only those go Japan, huh?
Money full, women close, got me paranoid.
My only fear to lose y'all here, I'm wedding ceremonies.
If I waited, be voided.
Follow me, follow me, you'll forget me.
Follow me. Yeah.
Follow me, follow me, you'll forget me.
Follow me. Yeah.
Follow me, follow me, you'll forget me.
Follow me.
Follow me, follow me, you'll forget me.
Cause y'all 'bout to see.
Y'all 'bout to see. Y'all 'bout 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?
Is you crazy?
They say I lost a step like a second wedding ring bearer somewhere in the orphanage is.
And could you blame me for the anger I express, providing messages?
It's now apparent you forced the kid, and you hate me,
'Cause you too lazy to decipher what I write and then I say to them.
Oh, I never fall off. I get my bill, John Wall on.
Bills for that Goyard. Y'all think my name is Hold On.
So called my jump off, she so far my car.
Y'all speak like y'all back here. Y'all street fight like Bora.
I'm God. I'm God.
Yeah, too shay.
Life's limitless, so while I'm in it, I'ma make Kool-Aid.
Hold the bread is not what you getting now, but what you save.
Hold your head like in a blizzard, rocking a toupee.
Move. For life, I'm probably coming through.
Camera roll like Pornhub, closet look like Kamaloo.
Oh. For life, I'm letting off.
Inbox like model calls, closet look like Bergdorf.
Oh. Shacks ain't enough.
But I never fall to the rich knew.
Care about bird to my parents' house, shot off malaria.
Back to the spot, still rock a River, still parallel.
Yeah, follow me, follow me, you'll forget me.
Follow me. Yeah.
Follow me, follow me, you'll forget me.
Follow me.
Follow me, follow me, you'll forget me.
Follow me.
Follow me, follow me, you'll forget me.
Follow me.
Follow me, follow me, you'll forget me.
Follow me.
Follow me, follow me, you'll forget me.
Follow me.
Follow me, follow me, you'll forget me.
Follow me.
