Don’t Follow Me

Lyrics

[Intro] [?] [Verse 1: Hektic] Mic check, fool I need room Niggas be acting funny, fuck 'em, they makin' me no money Listen but don't study the rap style, I dwells up in 7 Mile Showin' me love like I was Heaven's child Thought process in contact Steady sippin' on cognac, I been thinkin' bout the way back Straight up, and how they play, full cribs get Torched and sprayed, lookin' to game off of my name Is you insane? Then you need to let me know So I can coax yo ass all together ho And trust me, bitches know about the gang It ain't no hang after the bang, so we out miss thang Doorbell gon' rang, ready to jet I'm back in yo set causin' conflict respect Step on my toes and believe I'll let you have it You hatin' on killas, make it no habit, 'cause it could turn tragic [Chorus: Mr. Bones] Rollin' on our own with no help from no others Word to our mothers and our sisters and our brothers Eliminate scenarios of conspiracy I told you motherfuckers, don't follow me Rollin' on our own with no help from no others Word to our mothers and our sisters and our brothers Eliminate scenarios of conspiracy I told you motherfuckers, don't follow me [Verse 2: The R.O.C.] I cruise the streets and bad news, bad views Bad crews, police on the news My family's hangin' by needles and threads They in the land of the walking dead, listen to the words I said I sometimes sing raps to let my mind stray away Playin' with death, you say there's no way I'm calm, I got it under control, my home sweet home It's years old and can't be sold You wanna follow me in, my advice is not Bodies and corpses rot, the government covers the plot So stop at the front door 'Cause sometimes we hard to follow, music is what we feel Our pills are on swallowed, we like to let loose on any flows Rock or roll, hip or hop, or what we call [breath don't stop?] All you emcees that thinkin' that the House is all whack You best to check yourself and lay back and don't follow me [Chorus: Mr. Bones] Rollin' on our own with no help from no others Word to our mothers and our sisters and our brothers Eliminate scenarios of conspiracy I told you motherfuckers, don't follow me Rollin' on our own with no help from no others Word to our mothers and our sisters and our brothers Eliminate scenarios of conspiracy I told you motherfuckers, don't follow me [Verse 3: Mr. Bones] Don't follow me, I'm just a loser, drug abuser Fashion fuck up like my name was Punky Brewster Used to life with a dead end job 'Til i started cuttin' records with the Latnem mob I got a mind full of fucked-up thoughts and straight shit Got a golden microphone with skills you could never get with For a long time I was lookin' for the latter Had I payed attention, I think I coulda had a Chance to enhance and produce pounds of spit For studio mic screens, lyrical bullshit I didn't quit, I strive to be the best, never the less The only person I idolize is Adam West Never rest, my body, my soul, my brain in my head I'll have more than enough time to sleep when I'm dead Misled, my daddy died when I was only ten Had to grow up, and mama kept the family fed, don't follow me [Chorus: Mr. Bones] Rollin' on our own with no help from no others Word to our mothers and our sisters and our brothers Eliminate scenarios of conspiracy I told you motherfuckers, don't follow me Rollin' on our own with no help from no others Word to our mothers and our sisters and our brothers Eliminate scenarios of conspiracy I told you motherfuckers, don't follow me