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letra de streets is watching - johnstoned

[verse 1:]
it ain’t time on my hands when i say i’m going to clock you
dropped the glock the car stopped in after i shot you
covered in blood no biggie the loudest one is the weakest
frankie smalls said it cuz nas’ chain excite feds when they peep it
so my clothes ain’t expensive but im rich and you can see it
cl-ss over swag we cut getting drove back sleeveless
my driver ain’t speechless even though omerta is some g sh-t
calmly breathing headed to vacation no suite all secrets
like gluclose on kids’ cereals, and because i ain’t ever sleepin
wherever i be, im clever you can see and the weather effects me
summertime feeling hazy tryna find the money in the quotient
up in the hills with a 40, blunts and freestyles in motion
wintertime feeling joy weed smoke with my cold breath
trees shopping like its christmas, fruitcake cause i hold bread
feeling gloomy, had the homies take a ride with the roomy
he was taking money from me, hah, thought i was dumb see

[verse 2]:
business never personal because my homies keep it 100
unfortunately the crooked cops keep a little more something
5 grand every month to keep the pigs out my farm
growing marley and chemists so add a ph in front karm
a is a b-tch i think she f-cking with life too
f-cking with me ill come thru just to smell night stool
cause you a f-cking pigeon talking like you sh-tting
stuff a canary in his mouth because it’s only fitting
500$ stuffed in his mouth police found him in a handstand
the exact way we left him, he fell to greed stuffed him in the trashcan
not charles manson, understand its an eye for an eye
if the whole world is f-cking around then let the whole world turn blind
but streets will still be watching like it always got eyes
just way too many to avenge the streets will never be blind
just like i, always watching you somehow surprise
got made n-ggas with me, because lazy is my other i

[verse 3]:
ding dong grandfather clock strike 4 on the numeral
red top gave you the package so spill the beans and spill humeral
you’re not in a maze, you’re working in my cubicle
and i’m a busy man, i got no time to be going to no ones funeral
im running things and if you k!ll me, i got my -rs-nal left
the fbi is on with me because i help pay the national debt
10 bil at one time police ask about the cash
slap them with the fact that i got they f-cking back
so they scratch mines, when all i really did
was give some petty -ss change to some little -ss kids
always meddling around, feelings they catching
because i make easy money sitting back laughing
grasping on life, capping but never personally strapping
watch your back kid, fbi or no fbi, streets is watching

[sneak preview]
gandhi was wrong there, now let the song clear
people k!ll because the system can’t deliver full justice
and the way the media portrays it is some bias -ss punk sh-t
its up to the n-ggas in the street with morals to operate it
the only problem that ain’t tolerated cause dumb-sses can’t moderate it
that gave birth to the law, and n-ggas hide like its armour plated
but no n-gga have a bulletproof forehead and snitches hate it

- johnstoned

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