My DNA
My DNA is filled with millions
Hard life and killed civilians
They dont want us in the streets
We just tryna blend in...
But we aint chameleons
Cocked gun thats a wake up call
Better hope you dont get involved
Shots fired tryna stand tall
But the opposition aint for us all
Black power in rush hour
Can't go outside for one hour
All peddlin and no flowers
This is crazy but its all ours
Jumpin to conclusions no trampolines
Big dreams in the magazines
Move slow promethazine
Cuz the officers got the magazines
Basketball with no nets
Popped his trunk you better jet
Yo mama see you on tv
But you not an actor it aint like that
Every second gotta look back
Lurkin shadows in the projects
Gotta beat it no Michael Jackson
But yo mama know you aint home yet
You think im down dont give a fuck
Im not a clown but ill crack you up
Not a hypocrite and i will blow up
Cant nobody fuck my glo up
My DNA is filled wit facts
Baseballs and metal bats
Bandannas and snap backs
My DNA is all that
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