Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kendrick Lamar
Kendrick Lamar
Vocals
Matt Schaeffer
Matt Schaeffer
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael L. Williams II
Michael L. Williams II
Songwriter
Kendrick Duckworth
Kendrick Duckworth
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike WiLL Made-It
Mike WiLL Made-It
Producer
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Tyler Page
Tyler Page
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I got, I got, I got, I got Loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA Quarter piece, got war, and peace inside my DNA I got power, poison, pain, and joy inside my DNA I got hustle, though, ambition flow inside my DNA I was born like this Since one like this, immaculate conception I transform like this, perform like this Was Yeshua new weapon I don't contemplate, I meditate Then off your-, off your head This that put-the-kids-to-bed This that I got, I got, I got, I got Realness, I just kill sh- 'cause it's in my DNA I got millions, I got riches buildin' in my DNA I got dark, I got evil that rot inside my DNA I got off, I got troublesome heart inside my DNA I just win again, then, win again like Wimbledon I serve Yeah, that's him again, the sound that engine in is like a bird You see fireworks and Corvette tire skrrt the boulevard I know how you work, I know just who you are See, you's a, you's a, you's a B-, your hormones prolly switch inside your DNA Problem is, all that sucker shit inside your DNA Daddy prolly snitched, heritage inside your DNA Backbone don't exist, born outside a jellyfish, I gauge See, my pedigree most definitely don't tolerate the front Sh- I've been through prolly offend you This is Paula's oldest son I know murder, conviction, burners, boosters Burglars, ballers, dead, redemption Scholars, fathers dead with kids, and I wish I was fed forgiveness Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, soldier's DNA (I'ma soldier DNA) Born inside the beast My expertise checked out in second grade When I was nine, on cell, motel We didn't have nowhere to stay At 29, I've done so well, hit cartwheel in my estate And I'm gon' shine like I'm supposed to antisocial, extrovert And excellent mean the extra work And absentness what the fuck you heard And pessimists never struck my nerve And Nazareth gonna plead this case The reason my power's here on earth Salute the truth, when the prophet say I-I got loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA (this is why I say that hip hop) (Has done more damage to young African Americans) (I got loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA) I live a better life, I'm rollin' several dice, f- your life (Than racism in recent years) (I got loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA) (I live a be-, - your life) This is my heritage, all I'm inheritin' (five, four, three, two, one) Money and power, the Mecca of marriages Tell me somethin' (give me some ganja) You motherfuckers can't tell me nothin' I'd rather die than to listen to you My DNA not for imitation, your DNA, an abomination This how it is when you're in the Matrix Dodgin' bullets, reapin' what you sow And stackin' up the footage, livin' on the go, and sleepin' in a villa Sippin' from a Grammy and walkin' in the buildin' Diamond in the ceilin', marble on the floors Beach inside the window, peekin' out the window Baby in the pool, godfather goals Only Lord knows I've been goin' hammer Dodgin' paparazzi, freakin' through the cameras Eat at Four Daughters, Brock wearin' sandals Yoga on a Monday, stretchin' to Nirvana Watchin' all the snakes, curvin' all the fakes Phone never on, I don't conversate I don't compromise, I just penetrate Sex, money, murder, these are the breaks These are the times, level number nine Look up in the sky, .10 is on the way Sentence on the way, killings on the way Motherf-ker, I got winners on the way You ain't sh- without a body on your belt You ain't sh- without a ticket on your plate You ain't sick enough to pull it on yourself You ain't rich enough to hit the lot and skate Tell me when destruction gonna be my fate Gonna be your fate, gonna be our faith? Peace to the world, let it rotate Sex, money, murder, our DNA
Writer(s): Michael Len Williams, Kendrick Lamar Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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