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widlton - no followers lyrics

[intro: widlton & xavi]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
haha, yeah
k!ll sh+t christian, eat they b+tt

[verse 1: widlton]
this my graduation except n0body came
no one gon’ care ’cause i don’t got all the fame
which goes against my claims, that’s a shame
even though that’s what widlton said
we ain’t the same
because unlike me, we restrained
he’s only my pain, he got no critical or lyrical acclaim
that’s what i wrote, but the story’s too weak to sustain
only pieces of showing the product contained
it was really myself i overcame
only character i likеd was myself in a way
’cause fulbright ain’t all me, it’s what you ascеrtain

[verse 2: xavi]
i’m the author my own story, how i was made
this rap sh+t come easy because it flows through my veins
heard fate scream through a screen doors cage
i got my pockets full of loose ends, days dripped in beige
mama said you mumble too much, i said that’s just a stage
words cut deep, cut a tune like a blade
[verse 3: widlton]
yuh
used to be restless in rest ’cause i never dreamt
talked too much, i needed to vent
no one cared ’til wept
i write too abstract so no one gets what i meant
lost focus so i only got meets on my tests(yo)
got my first followers after the threat
can’t forget money all the money i shouldn’t’ve spent
and no matter what i try i always fail the trends
people say i’m rude, like i’m tryin’ to disrespect
guess the tone and the mood ain’t connect
used to be so unoriginal, every other bar was a reference
used to be mad at the world ‘fore i realized i was mad at myself
tried to live without anybody’s help
vented that out in another perspective, call that song somebody else
can’t tell my future so i fear what it tells

[verse 4: xavi]
i was cookin’ truth in silence while they posted for the clout
had to flip the inner trauma, now my name hold amount
raf simmons stitched in pain, every seam got a route
used to sleep next to the scale
now i’m weighin’ accounts
before the rain comes the drought(before the rain comes the drought)
balenciaga morals, custom codes in the safe
never needed they permission, i just carved out the sp+ce
smoke less, moved more, let the marble replace
dirty kitchen to museums, that’s the hustle i faced
virgil visions, i was a margin, on the edge of the page
now my catalog’s a chapel, every verse is a stage
did it dolo, in the drought, with a war in my brain
now the frames cost a grand just to filter the pain
stood on business in silence, like monks in dior
every scar on my body is a line i restore
told my youngin’ don’t wait, go open that door
self+driven, self+healed, self+rich to the core
self+made, self+fed, i ain’t ever begged
cut ties with the fakes, let the real ones pledge
ain’t no label feedin’ me
i broke out the edge
now it’s 5+star pasta, garlic b+tter on the wedge
rims spinning like the plot, self+scripted, no ghost
every bar another brick in the crib that i boast
fell back from fake love, now i’m close with the most
and the rollie on my wrist got a sermon in the toast(toast)
[verse 5: widlton]
i feel 20 years ahead so this likely the climax
friends don’t really care that i’ve advanced
maybe one day i’ma need to run them back
i’m playin’ sayin’ the last record’s bad at telling romance
i’ve known for a while that’s why i made it on the notes app
if you saw a future hit and learned that, how would you react
i remember once i tried a brand new style and n0body cared
several unreleased tracks i could’ve shared
the limited reaction of passion from people i should’ve prepared
why is that i’ll never be spared by the followers
i ain’t got no followers

[outro: widlton & xavi]
and i ain’t want no followers(and he ain’t want no followers)
nah, nah, nah, nah(nah, nah, nah, nah)
and i ain’t want to write no more(and he ain’t want to write no more)
nah, nah, nah, nah
’cause i ain’t got no more metaphors like
nah, nah, nah, nah(nah, nah, nah, nah)
and even if i come back, this song, you won’t ignore(won’t ignore you)
and second hardest part is i could write some more(write some more)
and i don’t want no followers no more(followers no more)
nah, nah, nah, nah(nah, nah, nah, nah)
(yeah)

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