Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song DNA., artist - Kendrick Lamar. Album song DAMN., in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 13.04.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Aftermath
DNA. |
| I got, I got, I got, I got |
| Loyalty, got royalty |
| Inside my DNA |
| Cocaine quarter piece, got war and peace |
| Inside my DNA |
| I got power, poison, pain and joy |
| Inside my DNA |
| I got hustle, though, ambition, flow |
| Inside my DNA |
| I was born like this, since one like this, immaculate conception |
| I transform like this, perform like this, was Yeshua's new weapon |
| I don't contemplate, I meditate, then off your fucking head |
| This that put-the-kids-to-bed, this that |
| I got, I got, I got, I got |
| Realness, I just kill shit |
| 'Cause it's in my DNA |
| I got millions, I got riches |
| Buildin' in my DNA |
| I got dark, I got evil, that rot |
| Inside my DNA |
| I got off, I got troublesome heart |
| Inside my DNA |
| I just win again, then win again like Wimbledon, I serve |
| Yeah, that's him again, the sound that engine in is like a bird |
| You see fireworks and Corvette tire skrrt the boulevard |
| I know how you work, I know just who you are |
| See, you's a, you's a, you's a bitch |
| Your hormones prolly switch |
| Inside your DNA |
| Problem is, all that sucker shit |
| Inside your DNA |
| Daddy prolly snitched, heritage |
| Inside your DNA |
| Backbone don't exist |
| Born onside a jellyfish, I gauge |
| See, my pedigree most definitely don't tolerate the front |
| Shit I've been through prolly offend you |
| This is Paula's oldest son |
| I know murder, conviction |
| Burners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead, redemption |
| Scholars, fathers dead with kids |
| And I wish I was fed forgiveness |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, soldier's DNA |
| Born inside the beast |
| My expertise checked out in second grade |
| When I was nine, on cell, motel, we didn't have nowhere to stay |
| At twenty-nine, I've done so well, hit cartwheel in my estate |
| And I'm gon' shine like I'm supposed to antisocial, extrovert |
| And excellent mean the extra work |
| And absent-ness what the f*ck you heard |
| And pessimists never struck my nerve |
| And that's a riff, gonna plead this case |
| The reason my power's here on earth |
| Salute the truth, when the prophet say |
| I got loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA |
| (This is why I say that Hip-Hop has done more damage) |
| (To young African-Americans than racism in recent years) |
| I live a better, f*ck your life |
| (Five, four, three, two, one) this is my heritage, all I'm inheritin' |
| Money and power, the makin' of marriages |
| Tell me somethin' |
| You mothafuckas can't tell me nothin' |
| I'd rather die than to listen to you |
| My DNA not for imitation |
| Your DNA an abomination |
| This how it is when you're in the Matrix |
| Dodgin' bullets, reapin' what you sow |
| And stackin' up the footage, livin' on the go |
| And sleepin' in a Villa |
| Sippin' from a Grammy and walkin' in the buildin' |
| Diamond in the ceilin', marble on the floors |
| Beach inside the window, peekin' out the window |
| Baby in the pool, Godfather goals, only Lord knows |
| I've been goin' hammer, dodgin' paparazzi, freakin' through the cameras |
| Eat at Four Daughters, Brock wearin' sandals |
| Yoga on a Monday, stretchin' to Nirvana |
| Watchin' all the snakes, curvin' all the fakes |
| Phone never on, I don't conversate |
| I don't compromise, I just penetrate |
| Sex, money, murder, these are the breaks |
| These are the times, level number nine |
| Look up in the sky, ten is on the way |
| Sentence on the way, killings on the way |
| Motherfucker, I got winners on the way |
| You ain't shit without a body on your belt |
| You ain't shit without a ticket on your plate |
| You ain't sick enough to pull it on yourself |
| You ain't rich enough to hit the lot and skate |
| Tell me when destruction gonna be my fate |
| Gonna be your fate, gonna be our faith |
| Peace to the world, let it rotate |
| Sex, money, murder, our DNA |