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DNA
Earl Sweatshirt
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[Earl Sweatshirt:]
Interceptin' a fifth of whisky
And neckin' it till 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.
And the pants better be creased on my corpse,
If you need that, run until the street lights 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 comin' soon.
Thought you knew this, my nigga,
It's crackin' like French tips,
Just checkin' and balancin',
And checks and salaries
Testin' my friendships,
‘Cause niggas get sour of this.
Rap shit got the best of me,
I threw the rest off the balcony.
Shoutout Dash and Retchy,
I know yo 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 runnin' mouth,
Disdain for the law since a fuckin' child,
Spotlights on me, I ain't stoppin' in my tracks,
We takin' it all and we runnin' out.
Threw shade in the past but you want me now, ho,
Put your face in your palm when I come around you,
Tell momma get a gun if I get too popular,
I'm just bein' honest with it,
Tell her stop whinin', it ain't no more problems,
I'm the best out of all these niggas.
Watch your tone when you speakin',
Ain't no home for the weak, and
No rest for your ass if I know that you're sleepin',
I'm here and I'm there,
And I'm up and I'm down,
And I'm low and I'm peakin',
It's cold in the deep end.
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.

[Na'kel:]
Hundred blunts, niggas chains, that's my day to day,
Niggas tryna ride my train like they fuckin' strays.
My bro left today, fuck!
Hot sauce in my cup of noodles, you taught me that,
I ain't seen us in years,
And this news right here almost made me have a heart attack.
Your momma heart intact,
We just spoke, I couldn't stomach that.
I'm goin' to London on the first, I'm bringin' 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 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 ‘bout 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.

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