Juelz Santana Follow

Now once again, a deep thought of Aaliyah

Crosses my mind, I rethought that I seen her, all in my mind

Memories of Big, all in the lime light, all of the time, all on his grind, right

I'm blacking out about 'Pac, blacking out on them cops

Middle finger, after blacking out from them shots

And I go visit Shyne, in my distant mind

I tell him stay up, cause in there it's a different grind

I see Eazy and Jam Master laughin'

Big L still rappin, like it never happened

I got a sick sense with me, God picked then sent me

To this earth place, to win in the first place

Visions of mommy, on an Island somewhere, yeah, I designed just for my mommy

My whole life is a blessing, that's why I'm so nice, so right

Approach mics with aggression

I got the type of obsession I would like to progress in

I write about me, and the life of my henchmen

I blow dice, roll twice to the deuce

That was nights, that was life on the stoop

This shit gotta change

Can't forget the hard white in the boot

White car stripped with the blue, narc parked right in the coup, damn

They riding around with a license to shoot

I'm riding around with no license and hoop, follow me now

Follow me down, this yellow brick road

187, hello, every ghettos zip code

I had to change my pace up, so I went left, while everybody went right

Had to switch the waste up, now I'm better off

Met Cam set it off, did the mix tape now look dip set is off

Put the bid in Def Jam bet it all

First writers refusal, Dame wouldn't let us off

So we matched it, we signed labels with Dashius

Cam goes platinum, the set is up next

A double album, we set for the best

Juelz is the test, which is me, fail or succeed

But still I'm here in the flesh, handing you breath

Mixed with a lot of thought, The Santana, Robb Report

I bring you more than just music I bring you me and all of my movement

I bring my whole life all in the booth shit

And I'm all in the booth with, the headphones on, the lights cut down

And all of this true shit