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She said, "Baby boy, why you grimy as shit?"
I'll make the wristwatch flood, let diamonds fill my
If I got colors on my neck, would my mama think?
We got the weapon tucked on, make these boys extinct
Now

Trade in that noose put around us for a Cuban link
So my ancestors can see me shinin', me what you think
I remember the illusions that tried to move to me
That pollution still ain't stunt my evolution, what you

No chip on my shoulder, hunnid under the sea (hoo!)
We live like cheetah power up like Hummer diesel
Golden chain for and nephew
Pessimistic, I do not hang them boys
Metaphysics, need another dimension I can

She said, "Baby boy, why you grimy as shit?"
I'll make the watch flood, let diamonds fill my sink
If I got colors on my neck, what would my think?
We got the tucked on, let's make these boys extinct
Now
"Baby boy, why you grimy as shit?"
I'll make the wrist watch flood, let fill my sink
If I got on my neck, what would my mama think?
We got the weapon tucked on, let's make these extinct
Now

Reportin' for the operation, I learned that the is in the creation
I added my detail for
So, baby boy, the occasion?
You dressed like you 'bout to over a nation
Avoidin' social litigation, when admiration turns into abrasion
Y'all can another station
Otherwise, stay tuned, evolution comin'
Rollin' deeper than a dune, howlin' at the moon, I'll be back in
Told my I'd be back in November
Did some Beatles to kick off this September
Crazy in 2010 I had some old friends
That thought I'd be a—[censored], go fuckin'

If I pull up out the tool, ridin' still up on the
Seems like only legends do (Check this, hot babes!)
Bitch, and that's the fuckin' move (I feel you, she said—)

She said, "Baby boy, why you grimy as shit?"
I the wristwatch flood, let diamonds fill my sink
If I got colors on my neck, what would my think?
We got the weapon tucked on, let's these boys extinct
Now
"Baby boy, why you looking as shit?"
I make the wristwatch flood, let diamonds my sink
If I got colors on my neck, what would my mama
We got the weapon tucked on, let's make boys extinct
Now

riddance, goodbye
Out of sight, out of
every time, this time I get what's mine
Where the is your back bone? Duckin' me like whac-a-mole
Lookin' an inflatable at a car show; a spectacle
Lick my finger, bet I found the wind, I follow that shit wherever it
You hung yourself, not my fault
I supplied the rope, ugh
Most thoughts, I don't think twice, make decisions die by
Never asked for the drama, but I'll turn it into
Dollars! Dollars! Dollars!

(Do you about me?)