DNA Freestyle

[Intro]

Yeah, yeah

Bootleg Kev, Cas, lil bitch

Yeah, check, yeah

[Verse]

Drop me in any circumstance, get the same outcome

Me on top of the mountain

Infatuated with the juice, it's attached to my hip

And I can't be without one

When I shoot, wouldn't wanna be ya

It is like a cheetah, somethin' you can't outrun

I manage to the micro-millimeter

Michael Myers on the beat, I'll Halloween ya

Never met a rapper with a meaner type demeanor

Or a badder señorita

Usin' yo' two cents, throwin' blue on my print

But I don't move in centimeter

I'm a leader and I put down the liter

But I'ma activate when I go to ether

Phone bein' blown up by the devil

Say he ain't tryna go to war with my either

'cause even that'd be a mothafuckin' landslide

And I'm still tryna get it

So when it come to helpin' you, I guess I got my hands tied

And before you step to me

You're better off steppin' on top a landmine

Least then you get airtime

Wonder how I wash the dirty money and still got my hands dried

It's easy as blue skies

Easy as it is for Jordan to get one of his shoes signed

Easy at it is for Trump to get a bunch of racist white people unified

Easy as it is to be a bitch and get a trick to fly ya out to Dubai

I'm a businessman, but I don't be in suit and ties

Tell the truth 'til the day I get crucified

Treat every day like it's do or die

So it's not a toss up between you and I

I redefine myself every mornin'

When I look in the mirror and say, "Who am I?"

Warrior inside my DNA

Been should've won a VMA

Flex would've dropped so many bombs on me

We would never make our way through TSA

I don't put on for USA

I put on for me and mine, so don't try to read the line

'less you want my 'ttention to get realigned

I'm a nice guy but I can't be defined

Difference 'tween yours and mine

Yours on decline, mine got a sleek design

So put some respeck on my name

Like Birdman when he said that Aretha line

You went wrong when you tried to seek a sign

Instead of makin' one yourself

You went wrong tryna compensate your lack of style

With a fuckin' Louie belt

'stead of buyin' all that True Religion

Should've saved your money, been your truer self

Feel like Conor McGregor the way I step up

Any weight class and then I scoop the belt

I done been signed to a major, still ain't get attention

I don't know, I'm used to shelves

One thing I never did was feel sorry for myself

Screw the help

I'll make it out the mud

Make it by myself, make it to the sun

Live my best life, fuck a past life, scoop a million dollars

Make it jack knife, remix all the work 'til it's mad

White in my eye, it go black

Second you touch it, sorry, I cannot be busted

I am not human, my mom was abducted

I told 'em it's lean but it's just robitussin

It's not for discussion

Take the money like a usher, throw in the collection plate

So many eight balls in the corner pocket

Thought I made this shit off Section 8

But I came out of FLA

Where the playgrounds started turnin' to spray grounds

Where you're twenty-two shots short

If you holdin' a clip that only got eight rounds

When the lean dried up in the city

But the heroin turned that shit to H-Town

I was still down to make rounds

I took that from Pine Hills down to Lake—

How I turn the livin' room to a lake house

While they doin' stakeouts I'm eatin' fried shrimp at the steakhouse

Every time I get red hot

Put a red dot on your forehead, call it breakout

To the beat, put it in a styrofoam box

Put it in a bag, call that mothafuckin' take out

Pull the fake out, bitches done seen how I made out

Now them bitches wanna make out

Bitch, what I look like? I'm taken

Kanye told me "Jesus king but that iron forsaken"

I told him it's cool, I am a god by myself

Me and the universe got an arrangement

And this shit is not for the takin'

Either with it or without it so don't be forsaken

'cause God damn it, got the burner

And I let it burn ya, on the burner like Usher Raymond, bitch