Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Watching, artist - RJmrLA. Date of issue: 08.08.2019
Song language: English
Watching |
| Dnyc3 has signed on |
| On God |
| When it’s pressure on your ass, you can’t put it past |
| Enemigos from your past plan to do you bad (Bad) |
| Frog niggas, back and forth without a lily pad |
| Playing both sides of the field without a shoulder pad |
| Only crash RJ wanna see is when he hit the party unexpected |
| Fuck the police, opps and the detectives |
| The real opps don’t look like me, they more respected |
| If I get caught coppin' them keys, I get arrested |
| I’m sectioned, boxed in, jealousy amongst me, huh |
| Hated by my homies but they tell me I’m the lucky one |
| Bitches catted on me, dogged me out but it was puppy love |
| Supper Club was full of them ones, felt like a money gun |
| Fake, friendly ass or the dead homies |
| Niggas bitin' on my fingers, I done fed homies |
| Niggas hyped but I can read them, they done bled homies |
| They be smilin', ain’t your motherfucking friend, homie |
| Ohh, they watching (On God) |
| Enemigos be watching |
| Can’t keep 'em out when they flooding in |
| Your enemigos a friend of a foe and a foe to your friend |
| They be watching |
| Both sides on me watching me |
| I got eyes on me watching me |
| Don’t believe all these lies that you read, they disguise what you see |
| They be watching |
| They want me locked 'til I’m rotten |
| Once I realize that they not friends |
| I keep my eyes on 'em, locked in (On God) |
| I’m taught to keep my friends close and my enemies way closer |
| Pole with the beam and street lights on the blower |
| Friends turned foe over dollars that don’t fold up |
| The lens on the scope could spot a mamba from a cobra |
| I’m gettin' older, my shoulders is more colder |
| Phone patrollers be on us tryna decode us |
| Instagram the enemy too, watch what you post up |
| Bitches that pretend to be cool might get you smoked |
| Look, fake, friendly ass or the dead homies |
| Niggas bitin' on my fingers, I done fed homies |
| Niggas hyped but I can read them, they done bled homies |
| They be smilin', ain’t your motherfucking friend, homie |
| Ohh, they watching (On God) |
| Enemigos be watching |
| Can’t keep 'em out when they flooding in |
| Your enemigos a friend of a foe and a foe to your friend |
| They be watching |
| Both sides on me watching me |
| I got eyes on me watching me |
| Don’t believe all these lies that you read, they disguise what you see |
| They be watching |