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Follow Me Through
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Cocaine on a beat.
Brooklyn's Finest, hailing from the Flatbush section is Logic whom many is said to have next! Finding the thin line between those who sell their soul to make hit records and can't return to the streets they claim and those who never sell more than gold and still live in the streets.
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Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #1,144
Peak in subgenre #633
Author
Logic
Rights
2004
Uploaded
January 13, 2005
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MP3 3.7 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
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Follow Me Through Written By: Logic Verse 1 The streets I roam the streets my home The streets alone the streets will kill My niggas clutch nines You get your face broke, throat choked, dough snatched, chest smoked for coming through wrong time Some niggas slug and forget them my niggas hustling figures Some chickens rough as the niggas Follow Me Through On the same block milly got his life taking Left dead chest baking Wife and mom still shaking Hard to sleep when your front door don't lock Fiends do whatever to make sure of they rock Niggas living something awful Starving crying bleeding skinny so we let the pot boil Life sickening had my mom bitching I had to hit these blocks can't let them detox Had to get them these rocks take these rocks Had them gone trying to trade they babies weeboks We keep the streets hot and squeezing with these glocks Chorus Listen close and you'll hear the streets say Quit down and you'll hear the streets whisper Verse 2 On that same block you got rims spinning My hood like hooker pussy you don't wanna come in it If you walking and snoozing talking and newsing This is Brooklyn fuck is you doing Follow Me Through These pissy hall ways cracks in the concrete cracks and palms meet Gats at an arms reach NO turning back now turn your back Blow Rocks put the smack down Whoa Follow Me Through Where me and bully lied just to get our dough up Just to get a O up picked Sutter and we showed up That nigga Tank snitched then they gamed Rich Cops smacked me up cause I wouldn't explain shit I'm not a lame dick Nah prick I ain't snitch cause that I couldn't live with Follow Me Through On that same block Cory's Mother caught a stray Now that niggas' lost today I still hear that nigga say Verse 3 On that same street C got his soul robbed I missed that nigga so hard Follow Me Through Where living is painful killings can change you Hope you getting this angle Follow Me Through Where Bully was shot and never recovered I never recovered His killers they where never discovered Wait Hit the blocks and corners stash rocks in corners Some niggas do it til they lay with the coroner Eastern Parkway parades on Labor Day 50 niggas died today its supposed be a holiday My niggas bop at the parties and dream of drops and ferraris But steady locked on bacardi Follow Me Through Where niggas die over smiles and ice grills Life here is twice real niggas they just try to deal Where crooked cops is no better than the drug dealers Try to let a slug kill us say we better blood givers The streets say and they talk to me now
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