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buddieroe - follow me lyrics

[intro]
whoa, uh, uh, turn me up, uh

[chorus]
i gotta move, i gotta go
i gotta prove, i gotta know
is it the truth, i gotta grow
i gotta grow, i gotta grow
i gotta win, i gotta see
gotta repeat, my odyssey
hands in the sky, come follow me
come follow me, come follow me

[hook]
i gotta leave whoa
you can trap everyone else but you ain’t trappin’ me no
n+ggas be talking that sh+t and they ain’t even seen smoke
just tryna get in the swing like i caught me a green coat
i do this sh+t for the city, the one you can lean on

[verse]
my mistake, roe never k!ll sh+t by mistake
this more like for my mama’s sake
this some sh+t you can not relate
this feel like plaques out the gate
pray it’s the same that the father say
know that the aim all kinds of straight
eyes on the game while you contemplate
don’t cooperate with the opposition n+gga my position
on the rise til i get in a top position all eyes on the sh+t in my composition uh
where the competition, i’ve been searching lately i ain’t found them n+ggas
a lounging n+gga probably a housing n+gga, i had to take a step back from around you n+ggas
i had to boss my life up and astound you n+ggas, i need a queen to f+ck good and crown a n+gga
i need my whole hood to see this sh+t, the trees and sh+t, the sun beamin’
nice breeze, i clean the whip and hit the strip, then hit ya miss
you seem to miss the scheme with this, i beam and hit and leave a mist
and leave a list of dead n+ggas we don’t seem to miss
i read n+gga, he don’t seem legit
a frail n+gga, he don’t seem to fit
a tale n+gga, i can see the fin
beware of n+ggas, knowing he pretend
aware of n+ggas that be sneaking in
prepare for n+ggas who was peeking in during boss talk and now they see the win
the season in for reaching and the peak is something unseen
i could bleed the pen for ink and see these rap n+ggas shrink
whenever they mention me its f+ck the world and leave it in her peace
be still, i need a refill, a decent e pill, a glass of “sleep+quil”
the ass a cheap thrill, a master we feel
ya actions don’t match ya act, if he peel
it back and start blasting, rap would be still
the rapture just happened craft a deep will
ya faction so wack, i’m rap’s elite sk!ll
and most won’t call that but n+gga we will
i’m after free will and 83′ wheels
and past codeine pill and passing weed up
been crashing beats still and patching streets still
can’t match a g will, go in til we up
[chorus]
i gotta move, i gotta go
i gotta prove, i gotta know
is it the truth, i gotta grow
i gotta grow, i gotta grow
i gotta win, i gotta see
gotta repeat, my odyssey
hands in the sky, come follow me
come follow me, come follow me

- buddieroe lyrics

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