The Watcher lyrics

[Intro: 360]
Yeah
Watcher
Monster
Ayy, yeah

[Verse 1: 360]
I’ve been watching from afar (Far)
Notice that I’m doing what you obviously can’t (Can’t)
Been a battle rapper, was a warrior to start
Killing in these pubs, I was bodying their bars
Missing cocaine, I should take more drugs
But this natural high has been way more fun
If you see me hanging round with a rope around my neck
I ain’t tryna die, I’m tryna make my face all numb
Be a psycho with it, I’m so livid
Seeing eyes in the wall like hieroglyphics
Looking at the towel like I might throw in it (Uh)
Knowing how I roll, baby, I won’t finish
Oi, nasty motherf*cker, and he still is (Yep)
Formulated choruses the only way you kill this (Uh)
It’s like you fightin' in the middle of a dream
'Cause you throw a lot of hits out, but people don't feel sh*t (Nope)
Looking at my cars and they all foreign
You get a eight in half, man, I’m all for (Four) it
Any time I see a challenge, I’ma walk toward it
If they doubted me, you 'bout to see me ‘for sure’ ‘em
No off switch, only ever on, b*tch
Better make room ‘cause you seated where the boss sit
Chilling with a ten, I can guarantee they want this
Looking at your girl, getting angry that it’s not his (Not)
f*ck 'em all, I don't give a f*ck (Nah)
They get jelly when they seein' they never doin' what his has done
Heard the sh*t was done, thinking I was finished, but
Now they get to see me back flipping like a ninja does
New body but it's not been in chalk
Make their confidence start droppin' if you're c*cky at all
You been watchin' their jaw droppin' as it stops at the floor
When they finding out the amount that I got from a tour, yeah
[Verse 2: Shadow]
Ayy, I'm on Instagram, buzzing, where the honeys at?
Told my dealer that the rack was sh*t, I want my money back
I try to score a bit of raw 'cause they lovin' that
Get up in the kitchen, more chopping than a lumberjack
I'll use these rappers' ribcage as a punching bag
Know that when I hit stage, make a couple stacks
Shows up in your b*tch state, said she loves my raps
Blowing up your phone, watch me kill it, send a couple snaps
Yeah, deliver packs in these Uber cars
I'm hanging out the sunroof like a movie star (Slow it down)
In the beamer [?] when we cruising past
Curious at how I'm switching rides like amusement parks
Any pus*y wanna test me, it's hakuna matata
Swim in the deep with the sharks if you want drama
Still blowing trees in the dark, dope marijuana
Coming up, now, I eat with the stars, no Obama
I'm a beast on this ic-mate
They say drill music's increasing the crime rate
So it's on repeat up in my place
Schizophrenic person, please give me my space
Molly got him [?] with a tight face
Molly also got a burning body and a tight waist
On a Fridays wearing white lace
Gobby's in the car, now, I'm struggling to drive straight (Goddamn)
Skrrt, man, I hope I don't crash this
No, we ain't cheating, but my homie brought ratchets
357, call that Mr Boombastic
These rappers shoulda just stayed a stain on the mattress ([?])
[Verse 3: Ivan Ooze]
This a missionary position love (Uh-huh)
Any person on the to screaming out, "f*ck this"
You really think you super hot? Wanna come run sh*t
I'm on the treadmill as we speak looking sun-kissed
Ain't nothing above this, the alpha male show you how to break it down
In a different pedigree, my enemies are shaking now (Uh-huh)
Feel a different energy especially if I'm in town
Major ringmaster, [?] ma'f*ckers just some clowns (Hahaha)
Undertake it like I'm Mark Calaway (Yeah)
Sippin' on Alizé, watchin' all the anime
Got a shawty with me, looking naughty in the lingerie
Begging me to hit it, when I did it, I said, "Ándale"
I'm gon' have some fun today, some will lose their job today (Yeah)
Some will be so salty that [?] say that I ain't great (Haha)
But I know that I intimidate 'em, f*ck a ratin'
What I'm generatin' is an indication that I'm skatin'
Way over their head, put your sleepy ass to bed
Like a baby, matter fact, take a dirt nap instead
Most these industry plants, they the ones with the bread
But they don't write their lyrics, man, this sh*t is backwards
Undeserving actors taking money out my pocket
I write every bar but they still take the profit
'Cause everything is changin', the way you gotta market (Uh-huh)
It ain't 'bout what you spit, it's about what's in your closet (Yeah)
[?] Balenciaga, got a Prada, got a lot of dollars
And a hoochi mama [?] Fendi lookin' like Madonna (Damn)
Everything designer, even got a Louis V recliner (Okay)
That ain't nuttin' I desire, f*ck your items and attire
I'm the one to bring the fire, that's a gun for hire, pressure applier
Pleasure to find ya, put the fear of death comfy beside ya
Here's a reminder, why I came back to f*ck y'all
Got a big di*k with some equally big tucked balls (Okay)
b*tch, haha, you better watch this
I'm a prime investment like Logan Paul with the thirst quench (Yeah)
I'm a rhyme contestant who takin' y'all where the hearse went (Uh-huh)
Let my hip-hop underground be where we first met