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

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

No chip on my shoulder, leagues under the sea (hoo!)
We live life like cheetah power up like 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 looking as shit?"
make the wrist watch 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 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 weapon tucked on, let's make these 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 over a nation
Avoidin' litigation, when that admiration turns into abrasion
Y'all can find station
Otherwise, tuned, evolution comin' soon
Rollin' deeper than a dune, howlin' at the moon, I'll be in June
Told my baby I'd be in November
Did some shit to kick off this September
Crazy 'cause in 2010 I had 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 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, would my mama think?
We got the weapon tucked on, let's make these extinct
Now
"Baby boy, why you grimy as shit?"
I make the wristwatch flood, let 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

Good riddance,
Out of sight, out of
every time, this time I get what's mine
Where the hell is your back bone? Duckin' me whac-a-mole
Lookin' an inflatable at a car show; a spectacle
Lick my finger, bet I the wind, I follow that shit wherever it blows
You yourself, that's not my fault
I just the rope, ugh
Most thoughts, I think twice, make decisions I'll die by
asked for the drama, but I'll turn it into dollars
Dollars! Dollars! Dollars!

(Do you about me?)