Follow Me

I am not the type of nigga to play no games
You was good as gone
You caught up in my aim
We do this for practice
You fucking with masters
Of our craft see this style
My nigga I own this
In my own lane not keeping up
With the Joneses
Ain’t nobody gave me shit
Lil nigga I earn’t this
Everytime I’m in the booth
My nigga I burn shit
Gotta stay up on your toes
Then tables they turn quick
All the crime I be doing
I’m surely gon’ die rich
All I do is keep it moving
The sure is the time tick
All this music dudes is doin’
They label it timeless
Come walk tall through the storm
My credit is spotless

Take a look around
Tell me what you see
Mama raised a man
The streets raised a G
New thug brothers shit
Nigga follow me
Outlawz
Bone Thugs
You know who we be
Let’s go!
Take a look around
Tell me what you see
Mama raised a man
The streets raised a G
New thug brothers shit
Nigga follow me
Outlawz
Bone Thugs
You know who we be
C’mon!
Yeah!

There ain’t no other nigga get it how I get it
Independent with it
Still the realest
Still no competition in it
So if you think about contendin’
You should think a minute
‘Cause you dealin’ with some authentic niggas that’s totally vintage
Lyrical menace critical to defenders
So here we go to the finish
Let’s see if niggas really on their defense
Thug nation
I pledge allegiance to my legion of thugs
We give a fuck
Quick to fuck a nigga up
Ha!
That nigga Krayzie gotta spit at ’em in style
That get at ’em sound
And you don’t wanna get caught in the middle of it
My thug brother Noble holding me down
I serve a couple of rounds
Suckas be hatin’ it but a nigga love it
I’m still running with the AK 47 bustin’ niggas in the belly
You motherfuckers ain’t ready for this
I shoot the Ruger
Turn niggas into manure
Maneuver you to the sewer
The shooter I hit you dead in your shit (you’re done)
Don’t let me introduce you to the clip and gun
It’s not a pistol
Oh no it’s just a tongue
It’s official now
The killing has just begun
A real nigga from the “G” age
Y’all chumps better behave
Cause if I gotta pop the trunk
Then I’ma pop the pump until the cops come mop ya up

Take a look around tell me what you see
Peeping the whole scene
Whatevers going on around me (Hail Mary)
Brain cloudy
I told you niggas never doubt me
Ten toes
Young Nobe
Outlaw Ridin’