Mike WiLL Made-It
DNA Remix
(I got, I got, I got, I got) syphilis, got big ambitions in my DNA
I got greatness, got a killer instinct in my DNA
I got Bradford, I got West Yorkshire inside my DNA
When I'm trying not to nut, I think about Theresa May
Sorry if I seem unimpressed with this scene but it's testing me
Can't keep bumping heads with these MC's, they must have death wishes
You're on Twitter ranting like Lily Allen when she sees something sexist
Raw raps make her fall back like a 300 chest kick
I got the juice again, I'm the comeback kid
I'm on my scumbag shit
She said she loves that dick
She calls me Mr. Bombastick
And I know dealers, prozzies, crackheads, minors
I wish I was hench and rich
And my dick was like twenty inches
I'm the best and Kendrick isn't (Yeah, yeah, Flytippers)
Big spliff, big shit popping for the gang
Smoking shatter, if I do a dab it's not a dance
Making ends meet like I brought my whole city with me
Versace shades on, I think I'm Biggie
Got a bad MILF with some big ol' titties
Remembering back when I didn't have anything
I was young and broke, never begged a thing
Or fucking moaned
I just held it in like a puff of smoke
Couldn't sit around, I had to do something
Taking it back like an Indian giver
I'm talking Robocop and Cool Runnings
If she don't remember then she's too young
I've got a Russian sex slave called Svetlana who can't pronounce her safe word
When I put it in, she can feel it in her gut like a tapeworm
Let's sing, I wanna do a love-song, I told her this is me, I don't ever act
So I can't pretend to be her boyfriend in the video unless you let me smash
Pad got more deep lines than Gordon Ramsay's forehead
You should do more and talk less
And not shit on your own doorstep
Stoned in a hotel room with a sock on the smoke detector (Ah yeah)
I don't give a fuck who's the hottest in the game right now, I'm the coldest ever
Still grinding, you don't even have to say please or thank you
It's the least I can do
I'm lying, I need a statue
That says that I'm the world's greatest MC, it's passed due
Don't backchat me, I'm your stepfather
Too many bellends in Balenciagas
I rep hard and no fake thugging, if I'm gangbanging I'm with Svetlana (Haha)
(The ting ring all the way off)
(5, 4, 3, 2, 1..)
Bare [?] in this industry
I'm probably one of them if you disagree
If I don't do this shit my way then my victory will taste bittersweet
My inner me said leave my enemies
Dead by any means necessary please
Give me more pussy and plenty weed
I burn it in the street like a effigy
I've been living like this since I was a youngen, I think I can feel the walls closing in
Dad used to let his boys stash in the yard and we was all smoking it
Wake up, money's on my mind, don't care about status or if I'm liked
Or if my status is getting likes and comments on Facebook, I'm living life
One punch willy, can't do nothing to me
I've been training like Stallone in Rock 2-y
Hitting speed-balls like I'm John Belushi
Like I'm River Phoenix, like I'm Mitch Hedberg
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Rappers, you can't disrespect me if you're putting in less work
Police can come and do an in-depth search
I'll say you ran into my fist head-first
Shit's colder than a breakup text
She just flipped out in a rage upset
I smudged her lipstick when she sucked my dick
But then we fucked again, now that's make up sex
Chase the pussy down like I'm bounty hunting
Used to think I won't amount to nothing
Ground the kush into the backwards, got my dealer asking when my album's coming