Followers

[Verse 1]
Remember we ain't have a pot to piss 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 nigga
Won't be around if I'm gon' pop a nigga
Got the gift of Gab but hit all kind of bitches
Brick wall couldn't stop them niggas
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', niggas die enough
Out the country, you ain't finding us
Man them bitches did me so wrong
Bitch 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 kill 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
Niggas 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
Bitches 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 niggas never chase the bitches
Get the money, let it chase man
Had to cut a couple niggas off
I ain't fuckin' 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 niggas strange man
Niggas hatin' like it pay man
Dick riding like they gay 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', niggas die enough
Out the country, you ain't finding us
Man them bitches did me so wrong
Bitch 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