The Watch - Royce 5'9, Willie the Kid

Stay on that cold shit

Watch who you roll with

Keep your mind on your figures

And your fingers on the trigger

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

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