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

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

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

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

Reportin' for the operation, I learned that the beauty is in the
I my detail for decoration
So, boy, what's the occasion?
You dressed like you 'bout to take a nation
Avoidin' social litigation, when that turns into abrasion
Y'all can another station
Otherwise, tuned, evolution comin' soon
Rollin' deeper than a dune, at the moon, I'll be back in June
Told my I'd be back in November
Did Beatles shit to kick off this September
'cause in 2010 I had some 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 that's the move (I feel you, when she said—)

She said, "Baby boy, why you looking 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, make 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 think?
We got the tucked on, let's make these boys extinct
Now

Good riddance,
Out of sight, out of
Cutthroat every time, this I get what's mine
Where the hell is your back bone? Duckin' me like
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, that's not my
I supplied the rope, ugh
Most thoughts, I don't think twice, make I'll die by
Never asked for the drama, but turn it into dollars
Dollars! Dollars! Dollars!

(Do you about me?)