Watching Over

[Intro]
Please welcome
Right now
The talented
Kyraxx

Did it for the
Ville Side

[Chorus]
Sound Ting forever
I stay with the clique like a metronome, making hits
Started from nothing, stay humble
Put working on me over stupid shit
They wanna hate, I let ‘em hate
Ain’t no distracting me
Momma she proud of me
Prayed for some blessings, got God watching over me

[Verse]
I always hustled, flip dough for my bread
Keep me a hawk, he just wanna get fed
Don’t trust a op, I don’t talk to the feds
Fuck a white flag, bitch it’s all red
I don’t miss when I aim, little bitch
Got the glove on the waist, so you know it’s legit
When I pull up in Bay, got your bitch on my dick
When I do road, roll with the clique
Talk to me nice or get fed with a clip
Wanna be wealthy, man
Fuck being rich
It’s a lot going on, I’m just chasing my dough
Got bread for my dawgs, gotta feed my bros
Get the pippin’ like Scottie
Too hotty for the hoes
And we keep a draco
Free smoke, gotta blow
It’s pop style ting, getting top from a ting
Man, all I do is win like DJ Khaled
Stay chasing that green, treat the money like salad
You don’t want beef
Pussy boy, watch your diet
I don’t really talk much, some a ya should try it
Selling me lies, stay quiet
I don’t buy it
Okay
Trelli with me, do the math
Need eight figures times two, plus cash
I was build different, ya’ll from the same cloth
Prada on my back, I don’t care what it cost little nigga
But I bet that you do
Can’t fit in my shoes
I been working so hard, been paying my dues
I done went through some things
Like only if you knew
I done paved my own way, been making money moves
I done did some things, been fucked your boo
Ain’t talking Soul Train, but I been in my groove
I’m a real ass nigga, I don’t deal with the fake shit
Lot of these niggas compromise ‘cause they ain’t shit
Geesh
That’s too sad, little nigga
Only 5’6 but my dick way bigger
Like 6’6 nigga, want a bitch way thicker
Than these bands, little nigga
Talking straight cash
That’s with the gang

[Chorus]
Sound Ting forever
I stay with the clique like a metronome, making hits
Started from nothing, stay humble
Put working on me over stupid shit
They wanna hate, I let ‘em hate
Ain’t no distracting me
Momma she proud of me
Prayed for some blessings, got God watching over me

Sound Ting forever
I stay with the clique like a metronome, making hits
Started from nothing, stay humble
Put working on me over stupid shit
They wanna hate, I let ‘em hate
Ain’t no distracting me
Momma she proud of me
Prayed for some blessings, got God watching over me

[Outro]
Sound Ting, Sound
Sound Ting, Sound
Sound Ting, Sound
Sound Ting, Sound

You know Sound Ting inna the place—
Sound Ting, a nuh clown ting