| Yeah that’s right |
| It seems like everywhere I go |
| I got these mothafuckers watching me |
| Trying to check what I’m doing and shit |
| You know? |
| Ain’t nothing gonna change my ways |
| Always been Fleetwood |
| 49 and six trey |
| Purple hazes |
| Even before I came up age |
| I was send back in my ways |
| Way back in my days |
| I use to do it like my brother will do it |
| Now I do it like no other can do it |
| Same vato no difference |
| I’m still the same little ese |
| That can snap in an instance |
| So don’t be taking my kindness for weakness |
| Been praying that Jesus will pick up the pieces |
| Me voy cambiar mis motos |
| Don’t stop till we control |
| Controlamos todo |
| He look like a cholo |
| Oh no he can flow though |
| See em in his low low |
| He’s always on the go though |
| Pinche vato kinda loco |
| In the coco |
| You can hear it in his vocals |
| Everywhere I go |
| I already know that they’re just watching me |
| And I get no privacy (No oh oh) |
| Everywhere I go |
| I already know that they’re just watching me |
| But they’re ain’t no stopping me |
| Yeah you got it twist it upside down |
| Let me take it and flip |
| So it’s the other way around |
| Miralo look at what he found |
| The flow is cold and gold like my crown |
| Bottoms up order another round |
| Homeboy it’s about to go go down down |
| I’m not playing I’m just tryna clown |
| I been around |
| Keep your ears to the ground |
| To the streets to the concrete |
| Back to wear I started |
| Back to the swap meet |
| Never robbed beat |
| Never roll with a posse |
| Over and out |
| Don’t ya copy |
| Put away your sharpie |
| No matter how hard you try to be |
| You’re not me |
| You’re sloppy |
| Trying to be glamerous flossy |
| Ima keep it OG homie watch me |
| Everywhere I go |
| I already know that they’re just watching me |
| And I get no privacy (No oh oh) |
| Everywhere I go |
| I already know that they’re just watching me |
| But they’re ain’t no stopping me |
| Everywhere I go |
| I already know |
| They got me in their sight ese |
| Mad at me cause I’m nice with the mic ese |
| Everywhere I go |
| I stay on the low |
| I gotta stay low key |
| Homie you don’t know me |
| I see you looking staring |
| And watching me constantly |
| Full of animosity |
| Instigator impersonator |
| Troublemaker Imitator player hater |
| And fakers caught the vapors |
| I got the weed |
| Who gots the paper |
| Let’s light another one up |
| These vatos say I can’t speak |
| And i’m not giving a fuck |
| No matter I keep on walking |
| They keep on watching |
| And no stopping |
| I keeps it poppin' |
| Everywhere I go |
| I already know that they’re just watching me |
| And I get no privacy (No oh oh) |
| Everywhere I go |
| I already know that they’re just watching me |
| But they’re ain’t no stopping me |