Watchin - Remastered
The devil be watching
Fit in my pocket
Who telling me no?
Me and bro went door to door
Who would've known?
Now I'm just takin his dough
The devil be watching
What I got fit in my pocket
Just in case people come knocking
Who telling me no?
Used to bag shit on the low
Me and bro went door to door
Using my noggin
He had the snow like toboggan
Word to LA I was dodging
Who would've known?
Those type of traits he would show
Now I'm just takin his dough
The devil be watching
What I got fit in my pocket
Just in case people come knocking
Who telling me no?
Used to bag shit on the low
Me and bro went door to door
Using my noggin
He had the snow like toboggan
Word to LA I was dodging
Who would've known?
Those type of traits he would show
Now I'm just takin his dough
I'm still trying to enter the scene
I pull up and swish it like it's Listerine
I told bro stop popping the bean
You'll find out what happen you turn to a fiend
Just put down the Perkys and pick up a tea
Ain't popping no molly I'm smoking the weed
She wanted the white I can tell that she cheesed
Smoking it strong now she calling me deezed
She calling me diesel
I'm ready to stick it, I can't ever miss it
She want me to visit, I'm about to go hit it
A couple of minutes, I'm ready to spin it
I don't have the digits, ain't looking for business
I don't have the time
Got business on business
She loving my rhymes, told me not to quit it
Ahead of my time, so she bought me a ticket
The devil be watching
What I got fit in my pocket
Just in case people come knocking
Who telling me no?
Used to bag shit on the low
Me and bro went door to door
Using my noggin
He had the snow like toboggan
Word to LA I was dodging
Who would've known?
Those type of traits he would show
Now I'm just takin his dough
The devil be watching
What I got fit in my pocket
Just in case people come knocking
Who telling me no?
Used to bag shit on the low
Me and bro went door to door
Using my noggin
He had the snow like toboggan
Word to LA I was dodging
Who would've known?
Those type of traits he would show
Now I'm just takin his dough
Fit in my pocket
Who telling me no?
Me and bro went door to door
Who would've known?
Now I'm just takin his dough
The devil be watching
What I got fit in my pocket
Just in case people come knocking
Who telling me no?
Used to bag shit on the low
Me and bro went door to door
Using my noggin
He had the snow like toboggan
Word to LA I was dodging
Who would've known?
Those type of traits he would show
Now I'm just takin his dough
The devil be watching
What I got fit in my pocket
Just in case people come knocking
Who telling me no?
Used to bag shit on the low
Me and bro went door to door
Using my noggin
He had the snow like toboggan
Word to LA I was dodging
Who would've known?
Those type of traits he would show
Now I'm just takin his dough
I'm still trying to enter the scene
I pull up and swish it like it's Listerine
I told bro stop popping the bean
You'll find out what happen you turn to a fiend
Just put down the Perkys and pick up a tea
Ain't popping no molly I'm smoking the weed
She wanted the white I can tell that she cheesed
Smoking it strong now she calling me deezed
She calling me diesel
I'm ready to stick it, I can't ever miss it
She want me to visit, I'm about to go hit it
A couple of minutes, I'm ready to spin it
I don't have the digits, ain't looking for business
I don't have the time
Got business on business
She loving my rhymes, told me not to quit it
Ahead of my time, so she bought me a ticket
The devil be watching
What I got fit in my pocket
Just in case people come knocking
Who telling me no?
Used to bag shit on the low
Me and bro went door to door
Using my noggin
He had the snow like toboggan
Word to LA I was dodging
Who would've known?
Those type of traits he would show
Now I'm just takin his dough
The devil be watching
What I got fit in my pocket
Just in case people come knocking
Who telling me no?
Used to bag shit on the low
Me and bro went door to door
Using my noggin
He had the snow like toboggan
Word to LA I was dodging
Who would've known?
Those type of traits he would show
Now I'm just takin his dough
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Writer(s): Smith Jayven
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