She said, baby boy, why you lookin' grimy as shit?
I make the wristwatch full of diamond fill my sink
If I got colors on my neck what would my mama think?
We cut the record, took time, let's make these boys extinct
Nah nah nah

Traded that noose they put around us for a Cuban link
So my ancestors can see me shining, tell me what you think
I remember the illusions that they tried to move to me
Revolution still, ain't sell my evolution, what you choosin'?

No chip on my shoulder, hunnid leaves under the seat (woo!)
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 make the wristwatch full of diamond fill my sink
If I got colors on my neck what would my mama think?
We cut the record, took time, let's make these boys extinct
Nah nah nah
Baby boy, why you lookin' grimy as shit?
I make the wristwatch full of diamond fill my sink
If I got colors on my neck what would my mama think?
We cut the record, took time, let's make these boys extinct
Nah nah nah

Reporting for the operation, I learned that the beauty is in the creation
I added my deed itself for decoration
Said, baby boy, what's the occasion?
You dressed like you 'bout to take over a nation
Avoiding social litigation when the admiration turns into aberration
Y'all can find another station, otherwise stay tuned
Evolution coming soon, rolling deeper than a dune
Howling at the moon, I'll be back in June
Tell my baby, I'll 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 another
Go fucking figure

If I pull up out the tool
Riding still up on the roof
Seems like only legends do
Bitch and that's the fucking move
(I feel you)

She said, baby boy, why you lookin' grimy as shit?
I make the wristwatch full of diamond fill my sink
If I got colors on my neck what would my mama think?
We cut the record, took time, let's make these boys extinct
La la la
Baby boy, why you lookin' grimy as shit?
I make the wristwatch full of diamond fill my sink
If I got colors on my neck what would my mama think?
We cut the record, took time, let's make these boys extinct
La la la

Good riddance, goodbye
Out of sight, out of mind
Cutthroat every time
This time I get what's mine
Where the hell is you back bone
Ducking me like whac-a-mole
Looking 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
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 feel good about me?

Copyright: CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Ciaran McDonald, Clifford Ian Fernando Simpson, Dominique Michael Simpson, Jabari Manwarring, Matthew Champion, Romil Hemnani, Russell Evan Boring