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

in that noose they put around us for a Cuban link
So my can see me shinin', tell me what you think
I remember the illusions that they to move to me
That pollution still stunt my evolution, what you choosin'?

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

She said, "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, would my mama think?
We got the weapon tucked on, make these boys extinct
Now
"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

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

If I pull up out the tool, ridin' up on the roof
Seems like legends do (Check this, hot lookin' babes!)
Bitch, and the fuckin' move (I feel you, when 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 my mama think?
We got the weapon on, let's make these boys extinct
Now
"Baby boy, why you looking as shit?"
I make the wristwatch flood, let fill my sink
If I got colors on my neck, what my mama think?
We got the weapon tucked on, let's make these boys
Now

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

(Do you think me?)