FOLLOW

I'm an old soul, tell by my tracfone

Check my credit score, shit was lookin' hella low

Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow

Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow

I'm an old soul, tell by my tracfone

Check my credit score, shit was lookin' hella low

Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow

Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow

Nineteen, I got my first boyfriend

Nineteen, I almost signed to Def Jam

I remember being younger watching Space Jam

Told my mama that I wanna be the bald man

Got older, goals changed, needed God's plan

Got older, got a chain, nigga, god-damn

Shit is gold and it hurt me when I walk man

And I ain't got it but I just got my advance

So I might cop it, yeah, nigga that's my energy

I might tell these niggas that they ain't no friends to me

'Cause I'm tired of these niggas sucking clout up

Like a motherfuckin' 'squito in the trough, bruh

I'm an old soul, tell by my tracfone

Check my credit score, shit was lookin' hella low

Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow

Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow

I'm an old soul, tell by my tracfone

Check my credit score, shit was lookin' hella low

Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow

Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow

I got dirty money, minutes on my tracfone

I just bought a scale, now e'rywhere a traphouse

I got on TV, then I turned into an asshole

'Cause I ain't selling dope or running with them bad folk

I'm eating shrimp and lobster, sitting next to white folk

Now I'm in Trader Joes with Birkenstock and iPhone

My agent called said they want me in the movies now

They used to call me ugly, turned 'em into groupies now

Now I'm on Melrose, I'm ready for my closeup

They call me pretty, need to put me on the poster

I write my name, then I buy a Tesla Roadster

I kill my haters then I leave 'em for the vultures

I'm an old soul, tell by my tracfone

Check my credit score, shit was lookin' hella low

Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow

Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow

I'm an old soul, tell by my tracfone

Check my credit score, shit was lookin' hella low

Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow

Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow

God-damn, man, I think I need a therapist

Feel like a goldfish in the bowl with

Twenty other goldfish with the bowl switched

Bowl-cut or the mullet 'til I shaved it

Barely made it but I'm still here on my kickstand

Did the same shit that duffed Whitney Houston

They was boostin' while I'm slurping from my sippy cup (sippy cup)

Need blue jeans, pulling out the pocket fluff (the pocket fluff)

Talking to myself like I am my best friend (hello, hello, hello)

When I walk, see the arrogance flushing (hello, hello, hello)

Make the front page like Paris in the sex tape (oh)

Barely late to my first date with my therapist

Brrr! Call me, I'll be running in my, Asics

Gold plated belt buckle 'round my, sweat'ns

Tube socks, white tee, Polo underpants

I will never grow old, call me Peter Pan

Dial *67, when they need to listen

I move just like a phantom, I should have been a teacher

Handing out these lessons, my pupils ask no questions

They like to think they're special, I think them graham crackers

Got my Timex in the mail, keep it in the case

The timing lines every day, I cannot be traced

I don't believe in credit, my people call me different

I evade, then get paid, brr! Just a second

I'm an old soul, tell by my tracfone

Check my credit score, shit was lookin' hella low

Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow

Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow

I'm an old soul, tell by my tracfone

Check my credit score, shit was lookin' hella low

Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow

Anywhere I go, boys wanna follow