It Follows

Don't matter where I'm at, it always go where i go

Yeah cause I'm not sure ill see tomorrow

One thing about my bro is if he blow it, i blow

I tried to leave it in the past, it always follows

Dirty stick, hollow tips, in the streets with machinery

Picaaso with the glock, watch how i point the fucking scenery red

Blood on the canvas, Bop shot, leaving em'' dead

Ion ever panic, cause i stay with one in the head

You cant walk how i walk, you cant step like i step

You cant talk like i talk, you cant flex like i flex

Basment city stich, got some gold wrapped round my neck