| I got, I got, I got, I got
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| Loyalty, got royalty
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| Inside my DNA
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| Cocaine quarter piece, got war and peace
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| Inside my DNA
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| I got power, poison, pain and joy
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| Inside my DNA
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| I got hustle, though, ambition, flow
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| Inside my DNA
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| I was born like this, since one like this, immaculate conception
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| I transform like this, perform like this, was Yeshua's new weapon
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| I don't contemplate, I meditate, then off your fucking head
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| This that put-the-kids-to-bed, this that
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| I got, I got, I got, I got
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| Realness, I just kill shit
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| 'Cause it's in my DNA
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| I got millions, I got riches
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| Buildin' in my DNA
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| I got dark, I got evil, that rot
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| Inside my DNA
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| I got off, I got troublesome heart
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| Inside my DNA
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| I just win again, then win again like Wimbledon, I serve
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| Yeah, that's him again, the sound that engine in is like a bird
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| You see fireworks and Corvette tire skrrt the boulevard
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| I know how you work, I know just who you are
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| See, you's a, you's a, you's a bitch
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| Your hormones prolly switch
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| Inside your DNA
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| Problem is, all that sucker shit
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| Inside your DNA
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| Daddy prolly snitched, heritage
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| Inside your DNA
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| Backbone don't exist
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| Born onside a jellyfish, I gauge
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| See, my pedigree most definitely don't tolerate the front
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| Shit I've been through prolly offend you
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| This is Paula's oldest son
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| I know murder, conviction
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| Burners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead, redemption
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| Scholars, fathers dead with kids
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| And I wish I was fed forgiveness
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, soldier's DNA
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| Born inside the beast
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| My expertise checked out in second grade
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| When I was nine, on cell, motel, we didn't have nowhere to stay
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| At twenty-nine, I've done so well, hit cartwheel in my estate
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| And I'm gon' shine like I'm supposed to antisocial, extrovert
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| And excellent mean the extra work
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| And absent-ness what the f*ck you heard
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| And pessimists never struck my nerve
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| And that's a riff, gonna plead this case
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| The reason my power's here on earth
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| Salute the truth, when the prophet say
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| I got loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA
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| (This is why I say that Hip-Hop has done more damage)
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| (To young African-Americans than racism in recent years)
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| I live a better, f*ck your life
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| (Five, four, three, two, one) this is my heritage, all I'm inheritin'
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| Money and power, the makin' of marriages
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| Tell me somethin'
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| You mothafuckas can't tell me nothin'
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| I'd rather die than to listen to you
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| My DNA not for imitation
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| Your DNA an abomination
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| This how it is when you're in the Matrix
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| Dodgin' bullets, reapin' what you sow
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| And stackin' up the footage, livin' on the go
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| And sleepin' in a Villa
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| Sippin' from a Grammy and walkin' in the buildin'
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| Diamond in the ceilin', marble on the floors
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| Beach inside the window, peekin' out the window
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| Baby in the pool, Godfather goals, only Lord knows
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| I've been goin' hammer, dodgin' paparazzi, freakin' through the cameras
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| Eat at Four Daughters, Brock wearin' sandals
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| Yoga on a Monday, stretchin' to Nirvana
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| Watchin' all the snakes, curvin' all the fakes
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| Phone never on, I don't conversate
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| I don't compromise, I just penetrate
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| Sex, money, murder, these are the breaks
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| These are the times, level number nine
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| Look up in the sky, ten is on the way
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| Sentence on the way, killings on the way
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| Motherfucker, I got winners on the way
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| You ain't shit without a body on your belt
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| You ain't shit without a ticket on your plate
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| You ain't sick enough to pull it on yourself
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| You ain't rich enough to hit the lot and skate
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| Tell me when destruction gonna be my fate
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| Gonna be your fate, gonna be our faith
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| Peace to the world, let it rotate
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| Sex, money, murder, our DNA |