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She said, "Baby boy, why you looking as shit?"
I'll 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

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

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

She said, "Baby boy, why you looking as shit?"
make the wrist watch 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'll make the wrist watch flood, let 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

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

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

She said, "Baby boy, why you grimy as shit?"
I make the wristwatch flood, let 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
"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 mama
We got the weapon tucked on, let's make 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? me like whac-a-mole
Lookin' like an inflatable at a car show; a
Lick my finger, bet I found the wind, I follow that wherever it blows
You hung yourself, not my fault
I supplied the rope, ugh
Most thoughts, I don't think twice, make I'll die by
Never asked for the drama, but I'll turn it into
Dollars! Dollars! Dollars!

(Do you about me?)