[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 [Hook] [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 [Hook]