Chords for Joyner Lucas - DNA. (Remix)

_ _ _ [B] _ _ I got, I got, I got, I got anger, hate and jealousy inside my DNA
I got envy and bad energy inside my DNA
I got snakes and Satan entities inside my DNA
I got demons, pain and enemies inside my DNA
I got passion, guts and action tucked inside my DNA
I got pints of Michael Jackson's blood inside my DNA
I got Captain Crunch and magic dust inside my DNA
I don't do massive drugs, don't gas me up
Look, I got, I got, I got, I got murder all in my conscience
[E] I might take me a hostage
[B] I fell asleep in Worcester, I just woke up in Compton
Shout out to LA, when your songs play, niggas go put on my shit
Half you niggas fake, heart full of clay, what's your last name, Thompson?
Even if you join the gang, that don't really change that the fact you the softest
Don't let the colors get to your head, who the fuck you think you [Am] are, Robin?
[B] Who the fuck you think you are, Ronald Neal?
I'ma murder everything, I don't chill
If you lucky then I might let you eat the scraps off whatever's left
I'll kill nigga, put it in a crock pot, throw your brains over your crop top
[Em] Sick of niggas taking they [B] hot shots, full of jokes, niggas get knocked, knocked
This is a chop shop, I know where they cookin' their crock pot
Some of y'all done make them hot scotch, I'm a Leatherman cock block
[E] I'm tired of being [B] suck in a block block, talkin' a block block
I'm running, jumping, ducking them cops, hop in the puddle while you jump in a five shot
You can run all you want, we just gonna see how far you can get
If fans want me to do features with their favorite rappers, I'd be the best
Look, all them niggas know exactly who I am, but [E] they don't give me no respect
[B] Cause the problem is, they don't fuck with me, everybody see me as a threat
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know this sound like some fresh air
If you don't hear me right, use your left ear
I wanted to say that I'm next up, I wanted last year, they said next year
I wanted this year, they say not yet, but [E] I'ma take it from whoever [B] got next
Twin-tooth deuces, I'm Clyde Drexler, what is competition, who gon' die next?
Get dissected in a lab with blind pencils and a razor with my initials
Get stabbed with the God sent you, I'm a science hinder, the pollution of our mental
I'm a giant pencil, you a Kung Fu guy, you're simple, you gon' lead by my example
I'm a flying missile that connected and fried your mental
[Ebm] DNA on the side of your temple, nigga Oh _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ shit _
[Bbm] 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ [Gb] _ Pocket biggie scheming, Bob Marley smoking, Parma cardi floating
Prodigy mobbing, puns say I'm [Bb] chosen, JFK ride [N] around like a loaded nigga
Shout out to Joe Budden, these niggas really don't know nothing
I swear they came for the homophones, I should just roll [Gb] up in _ _
No one seen, nobody know nothing, this shit is so touching
Shout [F] out to Kevin Durant, this that underdog [Gb] court that they throw us in
I blow your shoulders, man
This that crack, this that shit [A] that them hoes got they nose up in, [Bbm] cinematic
Movie shit I usually watch a little static
I cut you till you're leaking and begin to panic
A DNA you're bleeding, nigga, liver damage, nigga, Jimmy jammers
And I never had too many manners, and you know my mama always told [N] me I was heavy-handed
Fuck it though, cause I was fully loaded, now they see me jamming
I'm already blimmin', got the hammer and the mini-van and I'm a [A] busy man
But I got liquor and shit bad and bougie
All they got slitches is ratatouille
[Bbm] Can't beat me up, so they gotta shoot me
They don't like me, now they gotta sue me
Killing [Gb] y'all softly, I got the Fugees
Go text me, all of y'all got the cooties
That's your bitch, she send me all the nudies
Get my dicks up, playin' Call of Duty
[N] Nigga, fuck you, shoot me, nigga, damn it, they hard to know
M shit, I signed with you a while ago
Cole shit, I signed with you a while ago
Trade shit, I gave me a beat or two
Bitty shit, I had me writing for him in the crib for a week or two
I don't smoke weed, but I needed to
This is a meeting room, you gon' need a bag and a feet or two
I'm mad and I mean it too
It won't be the last, I'll see you soon
Kiss my [Bbm] ass and I mean it too, a lot of drama
Mr.
Freddy Krueger mixed with Jeffrey Dahmer
I know you're probably mad cause you look very sour
I'd probably be in hell if I was any hotter
I'd probably be usher if I ain't wear [G] a condom
I've never been a fan of Gucci, Fanny Prada
But my auntie [Gb] got it and she never leave the crib without it
Some people say I'm crazy, that's the thing about it
What you think about it, think [Bb] about it, nigga
Give me some [Gm] ganja, hit [Bm] it _
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