Watch Around
Gotta watch around
Niggas gonna hate you when you move around
When they see you at the top
Niggas gonna try to put you down
Gotta move solo
Everybody all up in your photo
They plotting on you
Gotta keep that Tony Romo
Your day one's turn to traders
Friends stab you in the back
Until you make some paper
Family always talking down
And really be your haters
Don't play yourself tell' em See You Later
Look
Don't play yourself
You gotta play selfish
Gotta watch how you moving
Niggas take your life and shine
When they see you losing
Steppin over puddles of pain I'll be okay tho
You want money you say bay make it rain
My mind like play dough
Gettin high enough to see pearly gates
Sit back and lay low
Eat that cat relax and smoke on some doja that's if you say so
I Use to ball out everyday
Understand that this kid don't play tho
You can call me out my name
They throw shade and I still ain't phased tho
Twenty years old I watched my father die
Watched my momma cry bout a thousand times
I wrote about a thousand lines
They tellin bout a thousand lines
I can't trust em
Shots sent over this side
I ain't hiding or duckin
If we got beef? - then let me know
Cuz I got all my silverware
I be wearing silver n gold
I'm like Derick the way I Rose
If you love me you better show it
I ain't changin my soul
It was murder the way she wrote it
Niggas gonna hate you when you move around
When they see you at the top
Niggas gonna try to put you down
Gotta move solo
Everybody all up in your photo
They plotting on you
Gotta keep that Tony Romo
Your day one's turn to traders
Friends stab you in the back
Until you make some paper
Family always talking down
And really be your haters
Don't play yourself tell' em See You Later
Look
Don't play yourself
You gotta play selfish
Gotta watch how you moving
Niggas take your life and shine
When they see you losing
Steppin over puddles of pain I'll be okay tho
You want money you say bay make it rain
My mind like play dough
Gettin high enough to see pearly gates
Sit back and lay low
Eat that cat relax and smoke on some doja that's if you say so
I Use to ball out everyday
Understand that this kid don't play tho
You can call me out my name
They throw shade and I still ain't phased tho
Twenty years old I watched my father die
Watched my momma cry bout a thousand times
I wrote about a thousand lines
They tellin bout a thousand lines
I can't trust em
Shots sent over this side
I ain't hiding or duckin
If we got beef? - then let me know
Cuz I got all my silverware
I be wearing silver n gold
I'm like Derick the way I Rose
If you love me you better show it
I ain't changin my soul
It was murder the way she wrote it
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Writer(s): Dazmin Smith
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