Lyrics:
DNA
You get beat like Sugar Ray, TKO, O-H-H
I smoke O's, I sip Ace, I pop hoes, Xanies straight
I got P's, I got weight, I got keys, I got gates
I
for my soul gotta fight every day and night
Had the love of God touch me like a ray of light
Bought by a high price and covered by the blood of Christ
I'm in it
I grip it, it stiffens, and sits in the morgue
You sick of the gore
The illest to board, I'm digging a fork, and ripping a whores
Fetus out by
I'm spittin' pollaseeds
Crack 'em one by one
You niggaz got me fucked up
Fuck a ghostwriter, sittin' in the back
Of the studio tryin' to write a nigga
Breaking the limit the ceiling is gone
X-ray results say I'm bad to the bone
Unknown numbers keep calling my phone
Scammers stay grinding won't leave
Bloods and Impala's on gold D's
Yesterday a nigga swore he was a man in the hood
Now he begging for his life on both knees
I'm a killer, no codees
Ask
at the Weiner Schnitzel, got socked in the jaw
By some sixties, I bombed back, the nigga pulled
Out a strap, said it's 6-0, I ducked, then he missed me
Now I
shining rays anytime you feel consumed by the rains
Be aware the creator of heaven and earth will be the only one that forever reigns
The only, the King,
everlasting
The rain just got to tapping
Sun rays sudden change
Things just ain't as tragic
Happy I get to clapping
Ain't happen by accident
Put together like
(Uh, uh...)
(Benji! Damn!)
(Listen)
I been tryna get my hands on some fuckin' diamonds
Blu-Ray
Cocky like a rooster, but I'm feelin' so fly
Fuck it,
To live life get your shit right & play
Don't get it twisted like rays if I miss that's ok
But life's short don't miss a day uhh
If I should die don't
To live life get your shit right & play
Don't get it twisted like rays if I miss that's ok
But life's short don't miss a day uhh
If I should die don't
breakfast 'fire the sunrise
mother fucker!
I bathe with the most wicked of witches
I'm Charles Lee Ray with no stitches
Dripping in sin
I do not ponder
criminal Changed
Kind of sort of, got my scale
Just in case
Sell what I smoke, By the point eight
Cop up and drop off, i'm gaining
I connoisseured the corner
Nigga im Ray Charles
Don't need to see
To know my talent
This what I'm made for
Was down by 10
I'm up by 12
I had to up the score
My mama bills won't
Nigga let me drop what's the pop what's the radius of a circle
What's in your cup, what's miscellaneous simultaneously purple
I'm a drug, how you hook
(901)
(90 Fun)
(90 What)
(No no)
I see through you all
Like an X-ray
You can learn from me
Call me Sensei
Aight cutie
I'll see you at your friend's
exploded)
The pressure burst (the pressure burst)
I drop the wheel (I drop the wheel)
Heading for the worst
Heading for the worst
Heading for the worst
to fly by on my black Yamaha, that's winging
Some man do the crime and talk but that's singing
Not many man have been in the wars that I've been in
I
love my old hoes, new meaning for YOLO
All you niggas gon' learn today, I'm the teacher, I'm the tutor
Few Ray Allens couple cuties, and by Ray Allens
agony
All the suffering will be gone
So here I am
Poor balancer
To free you from your long suffering
Now your old blood
Drops from my hand
And I will
The wine has left a dark red blood stain on the floor
One more sip
One more sip
I'm better than this shit I fucking know I am
I can drop this shit today I
New Rome and her dome up on Capitol Hill
No one can fornicate with the whore the way that Baphomet will
Underneath the lion's rays and the phase
they do nothing
Drink every last drop of blood
A vampiric mirage
And you're stuck in the mud
The river of cells flowing
Biblical hell growing
Your body's
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