DNA. (Remix) lyrics - Joyner Lucas

(originally by Kendrick Lamar)

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 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 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 fuckin' patient

Give me respect before I fuckin' 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 fuckin' waste it

I'ma flood the nation, this is suffocation, this is deprivation

This is Satan's kitchen, that's your destination

I got heavyweightin' angels flyin', prayin'

Jesus entertainin', Marvin Gay singin'

Martin Luther dreamin', Pac and Biggie schemin'

Bob Marley smokin', Paul McCartney floatin'

Prodigy mobbin', Pun say I’m joking

JFK riddin' 'round like a loaded nigga

Shout out to Joe Budden

These niggas really don't know nothin'

I swear they came from the home office

I should just run up and *gunshot*

No one seen, nobody know nothin'

This shit 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 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

Livin' 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 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 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

Killin' 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 playin' Call of Duty

Nigga fuckin' 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)