[Lyric] DNA In My Blood (Ricochet (Rap))

[Verse 1]
Zoned out for a lil' bit
And lately I don't even wanna hear shit
I do not want your help, i'ma get it or not either way you gon'fwel this
I been offline on some real shit
I been depressed but I'm still lit
I know I'm drunk but I still sip
I said I won't text her back but I still hit
Nice face with the lil' tits
That's all a nigga need right?
Then I left like a nigga never seen right
Been the same situation for 3 nights
Got kush in my peace pipe, smoke up, eat right
Gimme the green light, no legend
I'm off with your head if you think that I'm messing around
Stay low and don't make a sound
I could sell dope by the pound, I could sell jokes to a clown
The price of them uppers went down
I heard the word around town is some niggas was next up but where are they now?
I put ya mouth on the curb, I leave ya blood on the ground, blood on my shirt
I do my job on the third, plan out my moves on the second and plot on the first
Scheming, bitches know that i'ma demon
Look at all the horns in my semen
All my newborns big dreaming
All my lil' niggas big pimping, we living, my sins ain't forgiven
Don't tell me you're different
Tell me you like sucking dick without bitching
I might just go flood my wrist for attention
I might just go tell your bitch my intentions
I might just go handle biz with my niggas, all of us fed
Nose to the bleed till I die in my bed
You said you sending them shots at my head?
Niggas don't mean what they popping I guess
I ain't even gon' stress shit
Lay low while I'm putting out the best shit
Halo when I chief, pesos what I keep
They know i'ma beast, no question
Kano how my eyes red
Eight shots of the hen rock, yeah that's a pick me up
I'm just looking for a fox like Vivica
Maybe even brown, if she down then I'm widdit
Fucking on the ground hear the sounds when I'm in it
Wetter than a puddle, i'ma drown in a minute
Going for a double, 'nother round when I'm finished
When I dip she don't mind cuz she down with the vision
Sloth got the piece when he's on for the mission
Clip 'bout the size of the arm on a midget
Bitch look like Uma Thurman in Pulp Fiction
All 6 of em, they all sniffing
[Hook]
I don't need no help
Ima get it by myself
This the last of the po ricans
Got Bacardi in my blood, I ain't worried 'bout my health
I don't need no help
Ima get it by myself
This the last of the po ricans
Got Bacardi in my blood, I ain't worried 'bout my health
I ain't worried 'bout my health

[Verse 2]
Showed up nigga perfect timing
All my verses timeless, now I'm versatile
Niggas always wanna hear verses now
Got a price for the feature, I'm worth it now
For you dusty ass niggas, got the hearses now
Told my ex fuck off cuz she worthless now
Niggas know I'm insane when the percs around
Didn't know I had a brain but it's working now, shit
What's my purpose you ask?
Bitch I'm working, you mad
Spit like a llama, this shit for my mama
I promised I won't end up just like my dad
Nothing wrong with him, just can't settle in
Bitch I'm 'bout to win, cash on my mind
Life was looking dim, I told all my friends
That I need to get ass all the time
How much more I gotta write till a nigga understand I ain't come for the games?
I ain't come for your title, I came at your neck but ain't snatching no chains
I'm swinging with nunchucks, nigga what's up
Yo team will get fucked up, yo wifey get butt fucked
Don't like me then shut up, I'm knucking and bucking
Built the foundation from nothing to something
Don't be fucking with them Nosebleed niggas
We all sick, don't approach me nigga