She said, baby boy, why you lookin' grimy as shit? I'll make the rest what you never done, so I say It's like a curse to my neighborhood, my momma thinks We cut the white and turn to the smithy, plus they stink Tradin' the noose they put around us for accumulate So my ancestors could see me shinin', tell me what you think I remember the illusions that they tried to move to me That pollution still ain't stop my evolution, what you choosin'? No chip on my shoulder, hunnid leads under the sea We flip out like cheetah, power up like Hummer diesel Golden chain for niece and nephew, pessimistic I do not hate roundin' boys, metaphysics need another dimension I can't enjoy She said, baby boy, why you lookin' grimy as shit? I'll make the rest what you never done, so I say It's like a curse to my neighborhood, my momma thinks We cut the white and turn to the smithy, plus they stink Tradin' the noose they put around us for accumulate I'll make the rest what you never done, so I say It's like a curse to my neighborhood, my momma thinks We cut the white and turn to the smithy, plus they stink La la la Reporting for the operation, I learned that the beauty is in the creation I added my deeds up for decoration Said, baby boy, what's the occasion? You dressed like you bout to take over a nation Avoided social litigation when the admiration turned into abrasion Y'all can find another station, otherwise stay tuned Evolution comin' soon, rollin' deeper than a dune Hollerin' at the moon, I'll be back in June Tell my baby I'll be back in November This some Beatle shit to kick, I'm listenin' to my crazy Cuz in 2010 I had some old friends, I thought I'd be another Go fuckin' figure If I pull up out the tube Ridin' still up on the roof Check this out, I'm lookin' at you babes Bitch, and that's the fuckin' move I feel you She said, baby boy, why you lookin' grimy as shit? I'll make the rest what you never done, so I say If I got curtains on my neck, we roll my mama a thing We got the weapons tucked on us, make these boy's legs sting Baby boy, why you lookin' grimy as shit? I'll make the rest what you never done, so I say If I got curtains on my neck, we roll my mama a thing We got the weapons tucked on us, make these boy's legs sting Good riddance, goodbye Outta sight, outta mind Cutthroat every time It's time I get what's mine Where the hell is your backbone? Duckin' me like whack-a-mo Lookin' like an implacable 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 Fake decisions I'll die by Never asked for the drama But I'll turn it into Dallas Dallas Dallas Dallas Do you think about me?