[Produced by Frank Dukes]
[Hook]
It's in my DNA, cause my pops like to get f**ed up the same way
It's in my DNA, cause my moms like to get f**ed up the same way
DNA, DNA cause my fam like to get f**ed up the same way
DNA, DNA cause my fam like to get f**ed up the same way
[Verse 1]
Waking up, drooling on Versace pillowcases
I ain't smoke an eighth a day, I might end up a mental patient
Terry cloth bathrobes, blunts and ashtrays
White wine in flute gla**, early morning Saturdays
Food plates and grape Ape, crepes and OJ
b**hes swimming topless in Chlorine off morphine
Emails on iPads don't answer when phone rings
Text message full coming down on four beans
Everynight like a bachelor party in Sin City
b**hes sniffing coke off each other titties with rolled 50's
Life I live like Charlie Sheen and Rick James
Going hard 'til it ain't a dollar to my name
This that Triple X sh** n***a, how ya feel?
Groupies like glam rock, poison logo pills
Sniffing molly off amps blond haired tramps
When I'm on my way to the stage every night I rage
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[Verse 2]
Warhols all on the wall of the villa
Adderall popping got me jumping to ceiling
Perceived as a villian no sentiment in my sentence
For instance in instants they'll be calling forensics
If incidents occur remember these ain't just words
Go from talking sh** to organs preserved
You soft serve rappers just hide behind your reverb
And even without effects you'll end up dessert
I research and homework, make you dig ya own dirt
On beats buried alive, ratting wiseguys
I'm with a latin b**h, fat a**, well porportioned thighs
And love to see it cumming so I squirt it in her eyes
I'm hopping out that new sh** like narcs on Tuesday
The grill on it shiny like LL Cool J's
What's on my waist could make a n***a meet ya doomsday
To describe ya mixtape that sh** was like a toothache
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