Pro Reese - The Followers lyrics

[Produced by Pro Reese & Marce Reazon] [Verse 1] Yeah, what's it all for? Trust in no man, but give it up to my Lord Am I influencing type wars from maricons? There's levels to this fellowship, you stuck on the same board Truly provoking, shining new light through my songs Get women open, I should moonlight designing doors Oh that's swag, call me trash, who y'all's source? Cause y'all sheep, the way I see it you're all lost Look what I encompa** while you lacking direction I would be the guy, Mike, twas a looking fly Olympics Anyone, Jordan, Johnson, Phelp sh** I can off-hand, hit you writin' strong hand hits In the zone little n***a doing small bong rips And my broad doing things only saw on flicks Aww sh**, I'm the man, ho Dunk Lows, only those CO Japan, ho Money fold, women close got me paranoid My only fear, to lose y'all ear at wedding ceremonies Either way they should be voided [Hook] Follow me, follow me or forget me, follow me (x3) Follow me, follow me or forgive me, ‘cause y'all about to see [Sample] (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?) [Verse 2] But n***a is you crazy? They say I lost a step Like the second wedding ring bearer somewhere in the orphanage is, and could you blame me? But the anger I express, providing messages, it's now apparent you forced the kid And you hate me, but you too lazy to decipher what I'm writin' and I say to vent “Oh, I never fall off I get my Beal, John Wall on” Bills fill up that Goyard, your b**h nickname is hold on So called my jump off, she so far my call log Y'all speak like y'all pack heat, y'all street fight like Balrog En garde, en garde, yeah, touche Life's lemon, so while I'm in it, I'm making Kool-Aid Hold your bread, it's not what you getting, but what you save Hold your head like in a blizzard rockin' a toupe Move, Folarin probably coming through Camera roll like p**nhub, closet look like Karmaloop Oh Folarin probably letting off, inbox like model calls Closet look like Bergdorf, checks ain't near stop But I never fall to what rich n***as care about Birds in my parent's house, shot, f** malaria Back to the spot I still rock the rarest apparel, yah [Hook]