letra de followers - lil james
[verse 1]
remember we ain’t have a pot to p-ss in
you did me wrong and you not forgiven
i cherished this, it took a lot to get this
don’t fit the picture, i’m gon’ crop you n-gga
won’t be around if i’m gon’ pop a n-gga
got the gift of gab but hit all kind of b-tches
brick wall couldn’t stop them n-ggas
i got a hundred guns like i’m from chopper city
[chorus]
youngin had to get the load gone
i was tryna stack my profit up
i’ve been working like a mexican
told myself that i ain’t got enough
new to it, gotta try stuff
cut her off like her trial is up
we ain’t dyin’, n-ggas die enough
out the country, you ain’t finding us
man them b-tches did me so wrong
b-tch quit lyin’, you done lied enough
cut the cryin’, you done cried enough
i’m done tryin’, i done tried enough
i stack my money ’til it’s piling up
know you see i got my dollars up
must ain’t think my dreams would follow up
you was worried ’bout your followers
[verse 2]
head lean back, you see a lot of stuff
when you come from where we came at
they’ll k!ll you over change man
got a hundred shooters, i’m a made man
in the hood, feeling like it’s gangland
i ain’t got no time to hang man
n-ggas think they in the gang
but they really in the way man
i was goin’ through a phase
i was broke but i ain’t break man
b-tches sayin’ that i changed now
i ain’t got too much to say man
i ain’t really with the mind games
i come faster than a train
then it’s back to the drawing board
baby good, the enemy a great
and with that i’m tryna say man
i’m progressing every day man
treat my hustle like a trade man
i been learning how to save man
had to get up off the instagram
better usage of my day man
told my n-ggas never chase the b-tches
get the money, let it chase man
had to cut a couple n-ggas off
i ain’t f-ckin’ with the fake man
never go against the grain man
that’s the way that we was raised man
with dogs like we stray man
all these other n-ggas strange man
n-ggas hatin’ like it pay man
d-ck riding like they g-y man
[chorus]
youngin had to get the load gone
i was tryna stack my profit up
i’ve been working like a mexican
told myself that i ain’t got enough
new to it, gotta try stuff
cut her off like her trial is up
we ain’t dyin’, n-ggas die enough
out the country, you ain’t finding us
man them b-tches did me so wrong
b-tch quit lyin’, you done lied enough
cut the cryin’, you done cried enough
i’m done tryin’, i done tried enough
i stack my money ’til it’s piling up
know you see i got my dollars up
must ain’t think my dreams would follow up
you was worried ’bout your followers
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