D1UNV - Please D! STOP!

I don't think they're really ready how I'm steppin' on this shit
I don't think they really thought I could be this lit
I don't think they're really ready how I'm steppin' on this shit
I don't think they really thought I could be this lit
Well shit, wow
Look at me now
Every time I make a slap
I seem to move the crowd
That's really no cap
I got a gravitating style
And I'm really a chill person
But my lifestyle wild
Playing craps
Only time my knees touch the ground
I pray standing up
Cuz I'm lifted of this loud
Yea I pray to the universe
I stay humble & sound
I know some niggas talkin' down
Yea They must be after clout
Tell 'em, no way
That ain't what we about
They trying to ride the wave
Tell 'em, please don't mount
I remember numerous times
I can't even count
When niggas over looked the talent
And now they missing out
Tables turned around
I'm the one sitting down
Don't worry about my crown
It's getting fitted right now
Stay tuned
You never know what's about to go down
I spit soul food
Like I couldn't hold my bite down
Watch me how I bite down
Tell 'em not to bite now
He ride too much dick
Someone get that man a bike now
Straight clown
Paint his face if he comes around
Who's down
(Who's down)
Who's up
Run it up
Fuck it up
That's wassup
No hate, it's all love
What's love
Taking drugs
I feel above
The mighty son
I'm your dad
Your my son
You watch my every move
And one day you'll grow up
Don't speak unless you're spoken too
Keep 'em on hush
Probably made his bitch blush
Probably made that bitch gush
Probably give her a little crush
Probably left her a feeling crushed
I got my slice of pie
And I only left the crust
I'm going to keep goin hard
And I'm going to stay robust
I got a-lot of scars
But I want them diamond cuts
I got a-lot of bars
And mine come with nuts
How that nigga talking hard
And we know he's really Sus'
Yo, my nigga wtf
He a hoe like a slut
Best of luck
Fuck the bitch
Made her catch the bus
So what
Im a dog , not a pup
Im a dog , not a pup
But I got the puppy love
When it comes to this cup
Go on , Fill me up
I'm feelin' a little drunk
I don't know if it's the money
Or the bottle
Or the bud
I don't know if it's the pack
Or the pill
Or the mud
But I threw few back
And I'm feelin' pretty good
Yea I threw a few back
And I'm feelin' pretty hood
Like ughhh
Like ayyyee
Like yo
Like what
Make em say huh?
Na
Make em say uhhhh
Na Na Na Na
Im a Master P
Ha ha ha ha
Please D, STOP
Smokin' La la la la
Why try I'm a thug
I'm going to die high ha ha

Written by:
Christophor Garcia

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