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DNA. (Remix)
I
got, I
got, I
got, I
got anger, hate and jealousy inside my DNA I
got envy and bad energy inside my DNA I
got snakes and Satan entities inside my DNA I
got demons, pain and enemies inside my DNA I
got passion, guts and action tucked inside my DNA I
got pints of Michael Jackson's blood inside my DNA I
got Captain Crunch and Magic Dust inside my DNA I
don't do massive drugs, don't gas me up Look, I
got, I
got, I
got, I
got Murder all on my conscious I
might take me a
hostage I
fell asleep in Worcester, I
just woke up in Compton Shout out to LA, where your songs play niggas gon' put on my shit Half of you niggas fake, heart full of clay What's your last name? Thompson? Even if you join a
gang, that don't really change up the
fact you the
softest Don't let the
colors get to your head Who the
fuck you think you are, Rodman? Who the
fuck you think you are, Ron O'Neal? I'mma murder everything, I
don't chill If you lucky, then I
might let you eat the
scraps off whatever's left I'll kill Nigga, pull it and "bap bap" Blow your brains over your crop top Sick of niggas thinking they hot shots Full of jokes, niggas get knock knocked This is the
chop shop I
know where they cooking the
Crock-Pot Semi-auto making them Hopscotch All my life I've been cock blocked I'm tired of being stuck in a
blood clot Talking that blah blah I'm running, jumping, ducking them cops Hop in the
puddle while you jumping on FOX trucks You can run all you want, we just gon' see how far you can get If fans want me do features with their favorite rappers that'd be the
best Look, all them niggas know exactly who I
am, but they don't give me no respect 'Cause the
problem is they don't fuck with me, everybody see me as a
threat Yeah yeah, I
know this sounds like some fresh air If you don't hear me right use your left ear I
want to say that I'm the
next up I
want it last year, they said next year I
want it this year, they say not yet But I'ma take it from whoever got next Twin deuce-deuces, I'm Clyde Drexler What is competition, who gon' die next? Get dissected in the
lab with pliers, pencils, and a
razor with my initials Get stabbed by the
guy who sent you I'ma sign, send you the
pollution, environmental I'm a
giant pistol, you're a
kung fu guy It's simple, you gon' lead by my example I'm a
flying missile that connected and fried your mental DNA on the
side your temple, nigga Oh, shit... Someone call 911, niggas gon' die when I'm finished I'll probably get locked up for life, what the
fuck you thinkin'? My whole life I
been too fucking patient Give me respect before I
fucking take it I
know you see me don't duck your faces You see me mentioned on publications Then you get sour and suck your face in Pay for my dick since you love to taste it Better swallow the
shit, don't you fucking waste it I'ma flood the
nation, this is suffocation, this is deprivation This is Satan's kitchen, that's your destination I
got heavyweighting angels flying, praying Jesus entertaining, Marvin Gay singing Martin Luther dreaming, Pac and Biggie scheming Bob Marley smoking, Paul McCartney floating Prodigy mobbing, Pun say I'm joking JFK ridding 'round like a
loaded nigga Shout out to Joe Budden These niggas really don't know nothing I
swear they came from the
home office I
should just run up and *gunshot* No one seen, nobody know nothing This shit is so touching Shout out to Kevin Durant This that underdog court that they throw us in I
blow your shoulders in This that crack, this that shit that them hoes got they nose up in Cinematic, movie shit I
usually watch a
little static I
crack you till you're leaking and then begin to panic A
DNA'll bleed a
nigga Living damaged and get jimmy jammers And I
never had too many manners And you know my momma always told me I
was heavy handed Fuck it though 'cause I
was fully loaded Now the
semi jamming, I'm already blamming Got the
hammer and the
minivan And I'm a
busy man but I
got liquor And she bad and boujee All they got snitches is Ratatouille Can't beat me up so they gotta shoot me They don't like me now they gotta sue me Killing y'all softly, I
got the
Fuji Don't touch me, all of y'all got the
cooties That's your bitch who sent me all the
nudies Get my dick sucked playing Call of Duty Nigga fucking shoot me Nigga damn it they ought to know Em shoulda' signed me a
while ago Cole shoulda' signed me a
while ago Dre shoulda' gave me a
beat or two Diddy shoulda' had me writin'for him in the
crib for a
week or two I
don't smoke weed but I
needed to This is a
meter room You gon' need a
bag and a
feet or two I'm mad and I
mean it too It won't be the
last I'll see you soon Kiss my ass and I
mean it too A
lotta drama Bitch I'm Freddy Krueger mixed with Jeffrey Dahmer I
know you're probably mad 'cause you look very sour I'd probably be in hell if I
was any hotter I'd probably be Usher if I
ain't wear a
condom I've never been a
fan of Gucci, Fendi, Prada But my auntie got it and she never leave the
crib without it Some people say I'm crazy, that's the the
thing about it Whatchu think about it? Think about it, nigga (Gimme some ganja)
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