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lirik lagu joyner lucas - dna. (remix)

[verse 1]
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 ent-ties inside my dna
i got demons, pain and enemies inside my dna
i got p-ssion, 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 m-ssive drugs, don’t gas me up
look, i got, i got, i got, i got
murder all on my conscience
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 n-gg-s gon’ put on my sh-t
half of you n-gg-s 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 f-ck you think you are, rodman?
who the f-ck 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 scr-ps off whatever’s left i’ll k!ll
n-gg-, pull it and -bap bap-
blow your brains all on your crop top
sick of n-gg-s thinking they hot shots
full of jokes, n-gg-s 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 c-ck blocked
i’m tired of being stuck in a blood clot
talking that blah blah
i’m runnin’, jumpin’, duckin’ 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 n-gg-s know exactly who i am, but they don’t give me no respect
’cause the problem is they don’t f-ck 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 compet-tion, 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, n-gg-

-cough, cough, cough-
oh, sh-t

[verse 2]
someone call 911, n-gg-s gon’ die when i’m finished
i’ll probably get locked up for life, what the f-ck you thinkin’?
my whole life i been too f-ckin’ patient
give me respect before i f-ckin’ 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 d-ck since you love to taste it
better swallow the sh-t, don’t you f-ckin’ waste it
i’ma flood the nation, this is suffocation, this is deprivation
this is satan’s kitchen, that’s your destination
i got heaven waitin’ angels flyin’, prayin’
jesus entertainin’, marvin g-ye singin’
martin luther dreamin’, pac and biggie schemin’
bob marley smokin’, paul mccartney floatin’
prodigy mobbin’, pun say i’m joking
jfk riddin’ ’round locked and loaded n-gg-
shout out to joe budden
these n-gg-s really don’t know nothin’
i swear they gang full of ho m-ffins
i should just roll up and (blaow) -gunshot-
no one seen, n-body know nothin’
this sh-t is so touchin’
shout out to kevin durant
this that underdog court that they throw us in
i blow your shoulders in
this that crack, this that sh-t that them hoes got they nose up in
cinematic, movie sh-t i usually watch a little static
i crack you till you’re leaking and begin to panic
a dna ya bleeding and get liver damaged and get jimmy jammers
and i never had too many manners
and you know my momma always told me i was heavy handed
f-ck it though ’cause i was fully loaded
now the semi jammin’, i’m already blammin’
got the hammer and the minivan
and i’m a busy man but i got liquor
and she bad and boujee
all of ya’ll snitches is ratatouille
can’t beat me up so they gotta shoot me
they don’t like me now they gotta sue me
k!llin’ y’all softly, i got the fuji
don’t touch me, all of y’all got the cooties
that’s your b-tch who sent me all the nudies
get my d-ck sucked playin’ call of duty
n-gg- f-ckin’ shoot me
n-gg- d-mn 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 feeding tube
i’m mad and i mean it too
it won’t be the last i’ll see you soon
kiss my -ss and i mean it too
a lotta drama
b-tch i’m freddy krueger mixed with jeffrey dahmer
i know you’re probably mad ’cause you look very sour
i’d probably be in h-ll 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, n-gg-

(gimme some ganja)

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