The Followers Lyrics - Wale

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 encompass while you lacking direction 

I would be the guy, Mike, twas a looking fly Olympics 

Anyone, Jordan, Johnson, Phelp shit 

I can off-hand, hit you writin' strong hand hits 

In the zone little nigga doing small bong rips 

And my broad doing things only saw on flicks 

Aww shit, 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 

Follow me, follow me or forget me, follow me 

Follow me, follow me or forget me, follow me 

Follow me, follow me or forget me, follow me 

Follow 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?) 

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But nigga 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 bitch 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 Pornhub, 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 niggas care about 

Birds in my parent's house, shot, fuck malaria 

Back to the spot I still rock the rarest apparel, yah 

Follow me, follow me or forget me, follow me 

Follow me, follow me or forget me, follow me 

Follow me, follow me or forget me, follow me 

Follow me, follow me or forgive me, 'cause y'all about to see