The Watcher

Lyrics

[Intro: 360] Yeah Watcher Monster Ayy, yeah [Verse 1: 360] I've been watching from afar (Far) Notice that I'm doing what you obviously can't (Can't) Been a battle rapper, was a warrior to start Killing in these pubs, I was bodying their bars Missing cocaine, I should take more drugs But this natural high has been way more fun If you see me hanging round with a rope around my neck I ain't tryna die, I'm tryna make my face all numb Be a psycho with it, I'm so livid Seeing eyes in the wall like hieroglyphics Looking at the towel like I might throw in it (Uh) Knowing how I roll, baby, I won't finish Oi, nasty motherfucker, and he still is (Yep) Formulated choruses the only way you kill this (Uh) It's like you fightin' in the middle of a dream 'Cause you throw a lot of hits out, but people don't feel shit (Nope) Looking at my cars and they all foreign You get a eight in half, man, I'm all for (Four) it Any time I see a challenge, I'ma walk toward it If they doubted me, you 'bout to see me 'for sure' 'em No off switch, only ever on, bitch Better make room 'cause you seated where the boss sit Chilling with a ten, I can guarantee they want this Looking at your girl, getting angry that it's not his (Not) Fuck 'em all, I don't give a fuck (Nah) They get jelly when they seein' they never doin' what his has done Heard the shit was done, thinking I was finished, but Now they get to see me back flipping like a ninja does New body but it's not been in chalk Make their confidence start droppin' if you're cocky at all You been watchin' their jaw droppin' as it stops at the floor When they finding out the amount that I got from a tour, yeah [Verse 2: Shadow] Ayy, I'm on Instagram, buzzing, where the honeys at? Told my dealer that the rack was shit, I want my money back I try to score a bit of raw 'cause they lovin' that Get up in the kitchen, more chopping than a lumberjack I'll use these rappers' ribcage as a punching bag Know that when I hit stage, make a couple stacks Shows up in your bitch state, said she loves my raps Blowing up your phone, watch me kill it, send a couple snaps Yeah, deliver packs in these Uber cars I'm hanging out the sunroof like a movie star (Slow it down) In the beamer [?] when we cruising past Curious at how I'm switching rides like amusement parks Any pussy wanna test me, it's hakuna matata Swim in the deep with the sharks if you want drama Still blowing trees in the dark, dope marijuana Coming up, now, I eat with the stars, no Obama I'm a beast on this ic-mate They say drill music's increasing the crime rate So it's on repeat up in my place Schizophrenic person, please give me my space Molly got him [?] with a tight face Molly also got a burning body and a tight waist On a Fridays wearing white lace Gobby's in the car, now, I'm struggling to drive straight (Goddamn) Skrrt, man, I hope I don't crash this No, we ain't cheating, but my homie brought ratchets 357, call that Mr Boombastic These rappers shoulda just stayed a stain on the mattress ([?]) [Verse 3: Ivan Ooze] This a missionary position love (Uh-huh) Any person on the to screaming out, "Fuck this" You really think you super hot? Wanna come run shit I'm on the treadmill as we speak looking sun-kissed Ain't nothing above this, the alpha male show you how to break it down In a different pedigree, my enemies are shaking now (Uh-huh) Feel a different energy especially if I'm in town Major ringmaster, [?] ma'fuckers just some clowns (Hahaha) Undertake it like I'm Mark Calaway (Yeah) Sippin' on Alizé, watchin' all the anime Got a shawty with me, looking naughty in the lingerie Begging me to hit it, when I did it, I said, "Ándale" I'm gon' have some fun today, some will lose their job today (Yeah) Some will be so salty that [?] say that I ain't great (Haha) But I know that I intimidate 'em, fuck a ratin' What I'm generatin' is an indication that I'm skatin' Way over their head, put your sleepy ass to bed Like a baby, matter fact, take a dirt nap instead Most these industry plants, they the ones with the bread But they don't write their lyrics, man, this shit is backwards Undeserving actors taking money out my pocket I write every bar but they still take the profit 'Cause everything is changin', the way you gotta market (Uh-huh) It ain't 'bout what you spit, it's about what's in your closet (Yeah) [?] Balenciaga, got a Prada, got a lot of dollars And a hoochi mama [?] Fendi lookin' like Madonna (Damn) Everything designer, even got a Louis V recliner (Okay) That ain't nuttin' I desire, fuck your items and attire I'm the one to bring the fire, that's a gun for hire, pressure applier Pleasure to find ya, put the fear of death comfy beside ya Here's a reminder, why I came back to fuck y'all Got a big dick with some equally big tucked balls (Okay) Bitch, haha, you better watch this I'm a prime investment like Logan Paul with the thirst quench (Yeah) I'm a rhyme contestant who takin' y'all where the hearse went (Uh-huh) Let my hip-hop underground be where we first met