The Watch

Album cover art for "The Watch" by Willie the Kid & Royce Da 5'9"

Willie the Kid & Royce Da 5'9" - Rap

The Watch

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Duration: 4:03

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[Intro] Stay on that cold shit Watch who you roll with Keep your mind on your figures And your fingers on the trigger [Willie the Kid] I rock the 'D' had like Doughboy did I'm splittin bitches splendid I'm spendin dollars at the Spinnaker Apple cider vinegar You can't convince me The scent indicated indica King senses Silk scarf came from India I'd rather fuck a Joslene than Irene India I'm superficial Sue me Play the Ocean like George Clooney Casino Clams Casino I see C-Notes Vanilla notes in my Chardonay My naysayers They saying never while they favorite rappers do the Ne Ne My neighborhood The Wire Cause every name it ain't no WeeBay And every bitch and no Bae niether They knew my name My name this nigga ringing at Nordstroms I'm pullin foursomes Three whores at Four Seasons Pour some Riesling Put your arm in a sling My nigga sling dope Fuck per diem You see em Japanese denim I never lived it I'm a live it beloved believe it I need Bulimis in Belize Cheese Blitz Bulletproof Beamers Bullet shells fingerprintless One blink and its complete blackness Apprentice The crown prince TCP It's penicillin Bitches peal they clothes off You fallin off [Royce the 5'9"] I am the end-all be-all of all beins I am the fire the easy rider that's ridin the spirit the eye thats on top of the pyramid All seein G-O-D takes the day off and calls me in Uh I'm the race winner the straigt sprinter The drum Flip you in reverse like Rae Sremmurd I'm sunk in the seat in the Benz thinking about todays dinner Do todays dinner friend then I'm taking em out for somethin to eat Reapin the benefits I been official Master P of this syndicate shit My penmanship pen and pixel Nickle Ryan is signed M-Seal 10 fold Grew up with a sweet tooth for Kim Field's French rolls The Facts of Life is this toolie just wants your folks dead Word to Tootie we turn students to coke heads Your girl's studious maximus glutious I sieze her And take her back to Julius word to Max Julien The briefcase handcuffed to my left arm You like a joke recycled dope When you was younger You was up under the microscope Now you stepped on Like if I kicked my girl out Ever car in my name for that reason I groom her well I teach her every time of year is Neiman Saks season She act up I leave her on the clearance rack at Bloomingdales Now she's in the market to hang with marks who ain't doin well And before I'm fake I'd rather get no cake I been this way Since me in La was in the Lexus in the front of the Ebony Showcase You know where I come from I stay on that cold shit The OGs told me watch who you roll with Watch them niggas Watch them bitches Keep your mind on the figures And your fingers on the trigger Niggas know where I come from I stay on that cold shit The OGs told me watch who you roll with Watch them niggas Watch them bitches Keep your mind on the figures And your fingers on the trigger Keep your mind on the figures And your fingers on the trigger

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Credits

Writers
  • Royce Da 5'9"
  • Willie the Kid