DNA

[Verse 1: Earl Sweatshirt]

Intercepting a fifth of whisky and necking it 'til I'm dizzy

I never was defenseless, I never hugged the fence

I pick a side and trust in it, stomach full of drugs and shit

My niggas on some other, Cleanse  Sunday, binge Monday

Then another six days, back to Sunday when it's done again (Shit)

And the pants better be creased on my corpse

If you need that, run until the streetlights off

Back got bigger, got the team strapped on

And you thought it was magic, but that's just the difference

Nigga, my team is magicians

We think of the shit that we want then we get it

Look, I got hoes in my britches

Big-up Dill and Britches, full part coming soon

Thought you knew this, my nigga

It's crackin' like french tips

Just checking and balancing

Checks and the salaries testing my friendships

'Cause niggas get sour of this

Rap shit got the best of me

I threw the rest off the balcony

Shout out Da$H and RetcHy

I know your bitch check for me, so much for chivalry

So long to every bitch tryna get intimate

I'm in my twenties now

Feet aimed at the jaws of the running mouth

Disdain for the law since a fucking child

Spotlights on me, I ain't stopping in my tracks

We taking it all, then we running out

Threw shade in the past, but you love me now, huh?

Put your face in your palm when I come around you

Tell Mama get a gun if I get too popular

I'm just being honest with her

Tell her stop whining, it ain't no more problems

I'm the best out of all these niggas

Watch your tone when you speaking (Yeah)

Ain't no home for the weak

And no rest for your ass if I know that you're sleeping

I'm here and I'm there and I'm up and I'm down

And I'm low and I'm peaking (Yup)

It's cold in the deep end (Yup)

(I'm low and I'm creeping)

[Chorus: Earl Sweatshirt]

Bitch nigga, we the train, if you see 'em wave

Ain't no bitch in my DNA

Bitch nigga, we the train, if you see 'em wave

Ain't no bitch in my DNA

[Verse 2: Na'kel Smith]

Hunnid blunts, niggas change, that's my day to day

Niggas tryna ride my train like they fucking strays

My bro left today, fuck

Hot sauce in my cup of noodles; you taught me that

I ain't seen you in some years

And this news right here almost made me have a heart attack

Your mama heart intact

We just spoke, I couldn't stomach that

I'm going to London on the first

I'm bringing you something back

A house on the hill with a big-ass grill

Where we could have a boxing match

Japan, Australia, I know you'd be proud of that

I got a couple bitches now, I ain't gotta lie 'bout that

I know you in a better place, I can't even cry about that

When I look into the clouds, I know you look down on me

Right next to grandmammy

And the rest of the ones who wanna see me happy

(See me happy)

(See me happy...)