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dev the follower - feel it lyrics

[verse 1]

man, these motherf-ckers mad, i can really feel it/
can you see it? that i’m gonna make it? /
i can’t fake it/
and i’m coming for the top boy, recording in a bas-m-nt/
dropping songs while you getting with a basic b-tch/
rolling with my homies and you bet we gonna face that sh-t/
and go to amsterdam with the fam, like they innocents/
light the incense, i am such a f-cking lyricist/
word play is immanent, my mouth full of cinnamon/
disciplined but i’m not an ordinary citizen/
i’m coming for the fame, you bet i’m gonna finish it/
have you not been listening? electric like a filament/
where is my certificate? winning is not limited/
i just keep putting pencils in, my body needs more insulin/
i had way too much sugar from juice, and i’m feeling it/
tired of all this hate, man, i’m really f-cking sick of it/
at this point, i feel like i am f-cking infinite/

who’s gonna stop me? /
i’ve already climbed the rockies/
get an uppercut like rocky/
and my road is pretty chalky/
go to colorado, play the rockies, bet they walk me/
then i drop some drops bombs like we hitting nagasaki/
got a couple broads that i drill like milwaukee/
mix the moonshine, i am sipping kamikaze/
confident, not c-cky; spirited like anunnaki/
i am pretty hungry, got blood like souvlaki/
f-ck these other rappers, talking lean and they broccoli/
get the f-ck up off me, you sipping on that soft drink/
i don’t f-ck with p-ssies, thinking hard by drinking coffee/
they all go to starbucks, then rave while popping molly’s/

think you’re so cool by getting out of your mind/
the only thing that i do is toke while i rhyme/
and now i’m k!lling sh-t, sippin’ on this fine wine/
my music’s hooking people like i am on prime time/
now i’m tired of all this bullsh-t, i’m scrolling through my timeline/
now i’m ‘bout to blow your mind like i’m albert einstein/
i will pull out my nine and shoot you like nine times/
catch a homicide, nah, i don’t follow guidelines/

i do what the f-ck i want/
devin is so troublesome/
bet that i am one of ‘em/
pop you like some bubblegum/
my money’s coming fat like all i eat is honey buns/
who the f-ck you think you is? where is that discussion from?/

[exit]

man, these motherf-ckers mad; i can really feel it/
i can really feel it
(x2)

- dev the follower lyrics

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