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

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

No on my shoulder, hunnid leagues under the sea (hoo!)
We live life like cheetah power up Hummer diesel
chain for niece and nephew
Pessimistic, I do not hang 'round boys
Metaphysics, need dimension I can enjoy

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 my mama think?
We got the weapon tucked on, let's make these extinct
Now
"Baby boy, why you grimy as shit?"
I'll make the wrist flood, let diamonds fill my sink
If I got on my neck, what would my mama think?
We got the tucked on, let's make these boys 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 take over a
Avoidin' social litigation, when admiration turns into abrasion
Y'all can find station
Otherwise, stay tuned, evolution soon
Rollin' deeper than a dune, at the moon, I'll be back in June
my baby I'd be back in November
Did some Beatles shit to kick off this
Crazy 'cause in 2010 I had old friends
That thought I'd be a—[censored], go fuckin'

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

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

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

(Do you think me?)