BERLIN

She said, "Baby boy, why you lookin' grimy as shit?" I'll make the wristwatch flood, let diamonds fill my sink If I got colors on my neck, what would my mama think? We got the weapon tucked on us, make these boys extinct Now look-look Trade in that noose they put around us for a Cuban link So my ancestors can see me shinin', tell me what you think? I remember the illusions that they tried to move to me That pollution still ain't stunt my evolution, what you choosin'? No chip on my shoulder, hunnid leagues under the sea (Hoo!) We live life like cheetah, power up like Hummer diesel Golden chain for niece and nephew Pessimistic, I do not hang 'round them boys Metaphysics, need another dimension I can enjoy She said, "Baby boy, why you lookin' grimy as shit?" I'll make the wrist watch flood, let diamonds fill my sink If I got colors on my neck, what would my mama think? We got the weapon tucked on us, make these boys extinct Now look-look "Baby boy, why you lookin' grimy as shit?" I'll make the wrist watch flood, let diamonds fill my sink If I got colors on my neck, what would my mama think? We got the weapon tucked on us, make these boys extinct Now look-look Reportin' for the operation, I learned that the beauty is in the creation I added my detail for decoration, so, baby boy, what's the occasion? You dressed like you 'bout to take over a nation, avoidin' social litigation When that admiration turns into abrasion, y'all can find another station Otherwise, stay tuned, evolution comin' soon Rollin' deeper than a dune, howlin' at the moon, I'll be back in June Told my baby I'd be back in November Did some Beatles shit to kick off this September Crazy 'cause in 2010 I had some old friends That thought I'd be a—[censored], go fuckin' figure If I pull up out the tool Ridin' still up on the roof Seems like only legends do (Check this, hot lookin' babes!) Bitch, and that's the fuckin' move (I feel you, when she said–) She said, "Baby boy, why you lookin' grimy as shit?" I make the wristwatch flood, let diamonds fill my sink If I got colors on my neck, what would my mama think? We got the weapon tucked on us, make these boys extinct Now look-look "Baby boy, why you lookin' grimy as shit?" I make the wristwatch flood, let diamonds fill my sink If I got colors on my neck, what would my mama think? We got the weapon tucked on us, make these boys extinct Now look-look Good riddance, goodbye, out of sight, out of mind Cutthroat every time, this time I get what's mine Where the hell is your back bone? Duckin' me like Whac-A-Mole Lookin' like an inflatable, at a car show; a spectacle Lick my finger, bet I found the wind, I follow that shit wherever it blows You hung yourself, that's not my fault, I just supplied the rope, ugh! Most thoughts I don't think twice, make decisions I'll die by Never asked for the drama, but I'll turn it into dollars Dollars! Dollars! Dollars! (Do you think about me?)