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

Trade in that noose put around 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 still ain't stunt my evolution, what you choosin'?

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

She said, "Baby boy, why you looking 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 grimy as shit?"
I'll make the watch 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

Reportin' for the operation, I learned the beauty is in the creation
I added my detail for
So, baby boy, what's the
You dressed like you 'bout to take a nation
Avoidin' social litigation, when that admiration turns abrasion
Y'all can find station
Otherwise, stay tuned, evolution comin'
Rollin' deeper than a dune, howlin' at the moon, I'll be back in
Told my baby I'd be back in
Did some 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 pull up out the tool, ridin' up on the roof
like only legends do (Check this, hot lookin' 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, would my mama think?
We got the weapon tucked on, let's these boys extinct
Now
"Baby boy, why you looking 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 tucked on, let's these boys extinct
Now

Good riddance,
Out of sight, out of
Cutthroat 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 it blows
You hung yourself, not my fault
I just the rope, ugh
Most thoughts, I don't think twice, make decisions die by
Never asked for the drama, but turn it into dollars
Dollars! Dollars! Dollars!

(Do you think me?)