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Intro Video (MV)




Performed By: DNA Strands
Length: 2:06
Written by: stetson marshall




DNA Strands - Intro Lyrics
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This the first step of where we started at
Give the verse breath and then a heart attack
When my turn ends, all my targets pass
Start observing like an artifact
Cuz you talking too much
You cocky you popping like too many drugs
All your music generic and honestly all of you susss
All you suspect
How can I trust that
I'm stressing about it like where is the blunt at
Actually f*ck that. Give me the pen and pad cuz I think that it's time bust back
Dust whack,ass rap, that's not facts
It's just cash, and where the drugs at
Trash flows with no content
Y'all ass though please just stop it
But it is what it is
I'm trying my best but it's making me pissed
Getting under my skin
Cuz I'd body half of these rappers who claiming they sick
Make em out to be fake and a bitch
Make em all hate that I'm taking the win
Cuz the look on their face is so priceless the moment they realize
I basically bodied they friends
Got the god-liest pen
And I'm letting it go
Letting my flow
Level and fold
All the opponents
Who wanted my throne
They all want these problems
But barely can manage to handle they own
You cant even measure the damage I've packed in & wrote
You can't even pass up the bar on these bars that I've started to note
You hardly a goat
Keeping a joint in my mouth
And another one bout to get rolled
I've taken the weight of the world on my shoulders
I'm trying be great and I'm tryna stay sober
Cuz as I get older I'm smoking so much just to keep my composure
I'm honestly pissed and I needed the closure
Lyrically sick and not getting exposure
So hop off my dick or get kicked in your chest
I do this for music you do this for bread
You here for the payment, you here for the check
And that's why I'm lyrically breaking your neck
That's why I'll clearly be placing ahead
They all tried to battle me look at the casualties
Look at the aftermath, pick up your dead
Go pick up the competition that I've stomped and finished
Cuz I've lyrically laid em to rest
I am so tired lately
Of the conversations
All the f*cking hatred
That my cash is fading
That I'm past the point of where I thought I'm breaking
And all emotions just sad or angry
But I'm finding my place
And I'm loving myself
And I burning up 8ths
Like it's good for my health
And writing these pages so hot that they melt
Hotter than hell yeah
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This the first step of where we started at
Give the verse breath and then a heart attack
When my turn ends, all my targets pass
Start observing like an artifact
Cuz you talking too much
You cocky you popping like too many drugs
All your music generic and honestly all of you susss
All you suspect
How can I trust that
I'm stressing about it like where is the blunt at
Actually f*ck that. Give me the pen and pad cuz I think that it's time bust back
Dust whack,ass rap, that's not facts
It's just cash, and where the drugs at
Trash flows with no content
Y'all ass though please just stop it
But it is what it is
I'm trying my best but it's making me pissed
Getting under my skin
Cuz I'd body half of these rappers who claiming they sick
Make em out to be fake and a bitch
Make em all hate that I'm taking the win
Cuz the look on their face is so priceless the moment they realize
I basically bodied they friends
Got the god-liest pen
And I'm letting it go
Letting my flow
Level and fold
All the opponents
Who wanted my throne
They all want these problems
But barely can manage to handle they own
You cant even measure the damage I've packed in & wrote
You can't even pass up the bar on these bars that I've started to note
You hardly a goat
Keeping a joint in my mouth
And another one bout to get rolled
I've taken the weight of the world on my shoulders
I'm trying be great and I'm tryna stay sober
Cuz as I get older I'm smoking so much just to keep my composure
I'm honestly pissed and I needed the closure
Lyrically sick and not getting exposure
So hop off my dick or get kicked in your chest
I do this for music you do this for bread
You here for the payment, you here for the check
And that's why I'm lyrically breaking your neck
That's why I'll clearly be placing ahead
They all tried to battle me look at the casualties
Look at the aftermath, pick up your dead
Go pick up the competition that I've stomped and finished
Cuz I've lyrically laid em to rest
I am so tired lately
Of the conversations
All the f*cking hatred
That my cash is fading
That I'm past the point of where I thought I'm breaking
And all emotions just sad or angry
But I'm finding my place
And I'm loving myself
And I burning up 8ths
Like it's good for my health
And writing these pages so hot that they melt
Hotter than hell yeah
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Writer: stetson marshall
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