Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Inspiration (Follow Me), artist - Young Jeezy. Album song The Inspiration, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
The Inspiration (Follow Me) |
Wassup? |
Hahaaa |
Yeah! |
Yes! |
It’s real talk, can I talk to y’all for a minute? |
I was in the streets the other day, I had a homie come through and he ask me Say «Yo! |
Everybody listen to you, everybody all ears, |
what you gonna do to give back?» |
I told him «Look homie, I’m ten steps ahead of you, if not thirty» |
Real talk, listen up, I got one song, let’s make it right, let’s go |
I’m high on life and a fifth of Remy |
From the city where them young niggas die skinny |
Keep work on deck if you need any |
Just holler at them boys cause they keep plenty, follow me! |
Got the weight of the world on my shoulders |
And I swear it feels like ten thousand boulders |
And it’s so heavy, but I’m so ready |
Feels like I was born for this |
If not, at least I’ll die for it They said I couldn’t do it but I’ll still try for it The big question is what can I do for the youth? |
Everybody lyin to 'em so I told 'em the truth |
«I'm a hustler!"So, one man, one stage, one mic |
One song, one chance to get it right |
I really thank y’all, we gon’see the night |
And I think I know the way, follow me |
«I got hustle!"One man, one stage, one mic |
One song, one chance to get it right |
I really thank y’all, we gon’see the night |
And I think I know the way, follow me |
«I'm a hustler!» |
Real niggas don’t die, they go to the Feds |
Fresh out, right back chasin bread |
My life’s so hard, so concrete |
I was raised by 'em homie, that’s why I think so street |
Take me for instance |
My life is not about you, think me for instance |
I did the impossible, I made it out |
Got dealt a bad hand but I played it out |
I’m a left lane nigga, my life’s so fast |
Now I’m thinking holmes, got my right blinker on Spread my word, got my Kirk Franklin on Stuntin in traffic like «This my car» |
Sometimes I wonder how I made it this far |
Life’s a bitch so I’m tryna wife her |
Just ball around, you know, buy her some things |
Lovin every minute of it, still breakin chains |
Y’all my brush, let me paint a perfect picture |
Gotta pay attention cause it’s three dimensional |
Same picture, see it one of three ways |
Let it marinate, it might take a few days |
They say all I talk about is drugs and violence |
So I shouldn’t say nothin? |
Get a moment of silence |
If it don’t make dollars, it don’t make cents/sense |
Words to live by, took it out of context |
They say your pass is your present and your present is your cash |
So I look forward to the future |
Get a lil’paper your baby momma won’t have |
Part of the college so I need a forecast |
Where’s the weatherman at when you need him? |
A hungry nigga eat anything you feed him |
A rich nigga will buy anything you sell him |
And a broke nigga believe anything you fuckin tell him |