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Mic check, mic check, mic check Right here Mic check, mic check Yeah You can't get nothing for free You got to rack me up, aye Copper skin on me That's that Apache blood, aye Pride in my DNA okay Heart in my DNA okay Star in my DNA okay All in my DNA okay I got to hit the ten I'm blowing through with the wind Aye, aye Know I'mma get the win I know I'mma get the win Aye, aye Tell 'em I'm different 'Cause they never get the hint Aye, aye I might've missed me one But I never miss again Aye, aye You gon' be playing yourself When you play with my people nem Aye, aye Do 'em like Kansas Burn 'em and chief on them Aye, aye Used to have negative thoughts in me Like will I sink or swim Aye, aye Imagine how they gone react When I do it one deep on them Aye, aye You can't get nothing for free You gotta rack me up, aye Copper skin on me That's that Apache blood, aye Pride in my DNA okay Heart in my DNA okay Star in my DNA okay All in my DNA oh Ego oversized Come with pros and cons See the envy? Why? I'm a chosen God Intro to the higher me I meditate on anxiety See I'm different I think outside the box That's why Amazon had to fire me Ain't no slave bitch I'm a chief Bloodline Mississippi Tryna' be the first one with a milli Candy cars sitting pretty Beats so hard slap a nigga silly Sound booming all through the H But the reach go from here to Philly It go live in the inner-city You can't get nothing for free You got to rack me up, aye Copper skin on me That's that Apache blood, aye Pride in my DNA okay Heart in my DNA okay Star in my DNA okay All in my DNA okay Run up a million, aye What we living in? My lady spicy like cinnamon And she feminine Used to wait for doors to open Now I kick em in If I let you in before Can't let you in again Oh You know how it go Ridding on the west 'Bout to hit the corner store Oh I be on the road Used to stay by 44 If you know, you know Switching it up for days I never got used to the fade They came from New Orleans with locs Now they got us doing the same From LA to Cali to flock to the town 'Cause Houston a wave The sound don't go out of style They still be screwin' them tapes
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