🎵 DNA Freestyle // by Caskey

1 ContributorDNA Freestyle Lyrics [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