DNA Tru Lyricist - DNA ft. Rittz - Baller's Eve Remix lyrics

[Verse: DNA] (DNA, feel it out) Now I know this people are prolly thinking this kid can't go hard on this beat like Rittz did, sayin' "Who this b**h? I ain't never heard of 'em, he's just another wannabe wantin' to get big," but little do they know I split wigs with lyrical abilities, wordplay murderous soliloquies, concealin' these trilogies 'til they're k**in' me, fillin' me up with little bees drillin' me with their stingers, they're k**in' me, so I k** a beat pa**ionately and never let the past convince me that my future won't be gladly listenin' to every new and mystical, perpetual, extraterrestrial like verse that I rap intensely, it's sad you're densely, madly ventin', tryna use your mainstream swag against me, my raps eventually will grasp attention to me axin' 'em in half, not accidentally, I'm wreckin', 903 Southside, Tyler, Texas, underground lyricist sittin' 'em all in my section, nobody bringin' it better than DNA when he runnin' up into the game, comin' to get 'em all, spittin' lyrical lessons, I'ma bless 'em, make 'em all pledge Jim Carrey sayin' "Yes Man," ain't no need to deny the way I impress 'em, hope they never question I'ma come up with the best and I'ma stay steady wreckin' 'til the day they invest in my sk**, test how I feel, if Rittz need a k**er feature, tell him I will, I've been doin' this for 13 years and circlin' fears 'til I overcame 'em like a high thrill, so follow me through the halls of weeds to the torture dungeons where they're hollerin', to where they're gettin' outta line, we never call police, just handle our business, it's all to the G, they're never stallin' me, even when hoes callin' me and throwin' off the beat, tell 'em I'ma turn it on again and pick it up and k** 'em all, get these motherf**ers offa me for this Baller's Eve (I'm outta here)