Streets Is Watching (Clean Version) ft. 1099Gwitty, King Moneyy & Demetry Groove Lyrics

Summer in the 90s where there ain't no

Realer

Table full of paraphernalia

Where your bitch wanna get familiar

So I fuck her to tiller,

Facts only and I ain't with the filla

On a technical note I did happen to fill her now

She wanna praise me like the five pillars

Still count bills like a money machine

The money is mean

No matter what we may whether

We still the money team

Funny things I don't deal with

Real niggas gon' take time just to feel this

Whenever I'm on the bill,

Bitch how arrange to pill shit

Twin jawns phil lil shit,

Aura a little different

Peep the lil' shit, lil' piss

I ain't making the money that

I'm supposed to

Niggas wanna black on a male till I'm postal

Fuck your presentation and your proposals

This that classic soul food they call me

Polo Poe but that's if I don't know you

Seems like I got the glow too and

This is the time that I happen to show you

Its a summer in the 90s,

I'm rollin' through the hood pack by my side

Ain't got a badass bitch to ride with me

Gotta be real and she gotta be fly indeed

Can't catch me fucking with no bum ass

In my hood gotta be careful what you come as

Remember when these hoes be flocking

Your foes be clocking

They see you stacking cheese, you popping

Remember that the streets is watching

I did it for the pain

Money coming in and

I'm still picking up the chains

Cause when I had nothing

I didn't give up a thing

Now these bloody knuckles covered by

Diamond rings

Drivin' in both,

Get the fuck out my lanes

I don't be carin'

About what they be saying

I just had a baddie

Draw me in a painting

Told her she bad, but don't be

Complacent

She said she rollin',

But she don't be skating

I'm from the jungle,

So yes, I be aping

I do have a heart,

But sometimes I replace it

Drivin' is something you shouldn't be racing

Or maybe you could,

It depends what you making

I had this one chick,

She did everything that I taught her

I named the Atil,

She gave me head as

Soon as I caught her

Got this Ethiopian, her name was

Deborah

She'll stick a key in the culo

Under the border

Yeah, it's the life, yeah, it's the life

We live

They try to tie it down so much,

You think our life was rigged

Twenty-five to life, that be the price we give

It's either that or we sippin'

Frank White with Big

Its a summer in the 90s,

I'm rollin' through the hood pack by my side

Ain't got a badass bitch to ride with me

Gotta be real and she gotta be fly indeed

Can't catch me fucking with no bum ass

In my hood gotta be careful what you come as

Remember when these hoes be flocking

Your foes be clocking

They see you stacking cheese, you popping

Remember that the streets is watching