Follow Me ft. Ex-Prez Lyrics

Ah yeah, a breath of fresh air

That's that type of shit them OGs want' hear

That's that good money for the pimps in here

Nothing wrong with their leg still limping yeah

I amaze 'em

How he flow so potently Used to shock myself now I'm so over me

I know I'm deep can't be touched like a rosary

It's prophecy how Pac said follow me

It's Villa Nova had to brush the Nova off

Call me human highlight like I'm down wit' Atlanta Hawks

Young Dominique Will I do whatever I will

Shank you in the back Yup dirty Brownsville is back

I'm Shang Tsung foreal Soul controller

Mortal Kombat Lyrical contact uh

I told y'all I'm gon eat

Got privity to the street My contract over when I'm deceased

Until then I'ma bask in my glory

Gotta go hard cuz y'all who came before me

Gotta aim higher than Shawn Corey

Raise the bar like the great Chris Wall

Get it poppin like Lil Mama lip gloss

Going to war wit' me you hittin' brick wall

The way I came up I'm getting them pissed off

Like I give a fuck I'm just a crook on a song

Gas pedal to the floor Fuck the law

It's Bk dog Work the graveyard Work to play hard

If I don't have a gat I work the razor on some Brownsville shit

You fuck around and get found in your whip

Uptown on 180 somethin' and Saint Nick

I hate a stink bitch But if you know how to cook

And drink kids holla at the kingpin Come on

Ah yeah, a breath of fresh air

That's that type of shit them OGs want' hear

That's that good money for the pimps in here

Nothing wrong with their leg still limping yeah

I amaze em

How he flow so potently used to shock myself now I'm so over me

I know I'm deep can't be touched like a rosary

It's prophecy how Pac said follow me

I am not about violence but come at me violent I will become a tyrant

You will hear the violin You will hear the siren

You will get a kiss but that's just the heimlich

Blitzkrieg Nov no Methamphetamine

The nigga front the cereal box done got old

Pull over to the side of the road Your whole style is chump

Your transmissions slippin' You need a jump

I bang hits in a day you need months

I smoke that good Buddha you need a monk

Fuck debating I'll George Bush my way in

MJ my my way out' a situation

Is you knowing who you facing It's Mason's that can't build wit me Lil nigga I'm busy

Your boy Villa nigga I'm what's poppin' nigga

I'm what's crackin' nigga I'm whats happenin'

But ain't no reruns once I get to clapping

It's no season 2 it's a wrap man

It's Erykah Badu It's India Arie It's I-Wayne and Sizzla lil nigga

I'll twist you Lil niggas

You don't understand I'm Twista to you niggas

Now let that sit for a minute

Yeah nigga I'm what the games been missin'

Ah yeah, a breath of fresh air

That's that type of shit them OGs want' hear

That's that good money for the pimps in here

Nothing wrong with their leg still limping yeah

I amaze em

How he flow so potently used to shock myself now I'm so over me

I know I'm deep can't be touched like a rosary

It's prophecy how Pac said follow me