D-R-U

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The D's for dope, the R's for real.

They used for uncut skills, but underrated with no deal. Yet still, I grab the microphone and put it down.

You clowns took my style and sound, now you tryna take my crown. But the D's for definitely are raw.

They used for unique, versatile style, fuckin' 'em all.

'Cause y'all motherfuckers can't fuck with D-R-U. They wanna assassinate me 'cause they jealous and they hate me.

They can try to hold me down all they want, but they can't break me.

They'll never take me out my position.

I'm a leader, not a follower that doesn't bow down with no ass kissin'.

My intuition got my brain and my stomach twistin', havin' visions of my dead body twitchin'.

The premonition of a conspiracy theory, they want me murdered 'cause they fear me.

They can't touch me, can't see me, but wanna be me, and they wanna take my life.

But ever since a kid, I was known for packin' guns and knives, sellin' drugs of all types with a darker life. And now you punks turnin' thugs overnight for stripes.

I got Manilas on my right, I got Manilas on my left.

Stay in possession of a weapon, reppin' West to my death.

I'm the best, and I blast even though I'm full of pain and stress. I beg the Lord not to take my last breath for death. Because the

D's for dope, the R's for real.

They used for uncut skills, but underrated with no deal. Yet still, I grab the microphone and put it down.

You clowns took my style and sound, now you tryna take my crown. But the D's for definitely are raw.

They used for unique, versatile style, fuckin' 'em all.

'Cause y'all motherfuckers can't fuck with D-R-U.

Try to knock me down and crush my dreams.

You try to run me out the game 'cause I ain't part of your team. You must be on lean thinkin' that I'm all alone.

Try to spit in my face and wanna sit in my throne.

But it's a sad thing, you ain't worthy enough to be king.

Tryna floss with fake bling, fantastic is the ring of an orthodox God, kid to the vibe. You cowards better tuck in they chains or get robbed.

I heard you thought that you was better than me, but obviously you was mistaken, stop fakin'. I'm escalatin', still waitin' to rock the nation.

Even though you set me up for failure and devastation, I stay patient, I don't cry at all.

It's either die or fall to the sky or fall. 'Cause I am almighty and I'm fly than y'all.

Unorthodox spittin', scorchin' hot fire on y'all.

Because the D's for dope, the R's for real. They used for uncut skills, but underrated with no deal.

Yet still, I grab the microphone and put it down.

You clowns took my style and sound, now you tryna take my crown. But the D's for definitely are raw.

They used for unique, versatile style, fuckin' 'em all. 'Cause y'all motherfuckers can't fuck with D-R-U.

It's U. I'm in the line of fire, 707 Mafia rider.

The rap messiah in black attire with crack and fire in that sack of wire.

Livin' life on a higher level, I rest my head in the birds and get my bread in the ghetto.

I'm a thug and rebel, I can spit it hard or mellow.

Foot on the pedal, swervin' while I'm burnin' the pillow. A score to settle with those who consume they doom.

I'm feelin' bad vibes every time I step in the room. I'm a typhoon, sweepin' people up like a broom.

At high noon, I'm hotter than July or June.

I ride with the boom, grindin' by the light of the moon. Dear Lord, forgive me, I might be dyin' soon. Open the gates,

Thug Life seal my fate. I'm analyzin' my friends, seein' if they real or fake.

I'm still the great, no rapper can phase me and my untamed N-I double L-A-D.

The D's for dope, the R's for real. They used for uncut skills, but underrated with no deal.

Yet still, I grab the microphone and put it down.

You clowns took my style and sound, now you tryna take my crown. But the D's for definitely are raw.

They used for unique, versatile style, fuckin' 'em all.

'Cause y'all motherfuckers can't fuck with D-R-U.