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PLEASE
Hip-Hop/Rap
PLEASE was released on May 4, 2026 by GT DIGITAL / Stowic Entertainment as a part of the album MR. IRRELEVANT 26'
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Release DateMay 4, 2026
LabelGT DIGITAL / Stowic Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
NatStar
NatStar
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
NatStar
NatStar
Lyrics
Christopher Stowe
Christopher Stowe
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
NatStar
NatStar
Producer

Lyrics

I swear to God
This got me fucked up
Hold up
Uh, please
Pray to God, stay blessed with that paper, Lord, please
Told my dogs I stopped hitting trees, they like, "****, please"
Stay humble when you on your come up
You see all these women, please chill, go put your gun up
Shit from the beginning, hustle sundown to the sun up
You took advantage this season, I'm back for my one up
Pre Nicki Maga, I'm back, I'm a monster
Re in that ass, I attack, I'm among you
Pleading, you ask for a chance to explain on your knees
Like Jigga, we past kneeling, I'll leave you with that feeling
Can't go back unless we retroacting my chili
Ain't no back to beginning on my Clinton after that Billy
Operation got too many leaks like Hillary
I stopped trusting and go load up my artillery
Just me and my bitch the only one that's feeling me
'Fore I tell a **** please, I let a lame come kill me
Amphetamines, put down the stems for stimulus
That's better reasons, that and for leveraging every season
What's best for me?
Been through a lot of shit on to better things
Let 'em breathe, selective ****'ll do whatever's needed
On the floor, slept on that air mattress, that's from a king
Shit, I ain't trill
Know who I am, ****, came from a king
Shit, I know my worth
Ain't going back and forth, ****, I'm not a swing
Put that on my jeans, man, I do this shit with ease
****, please
Pray to God, stay blessed with that paper, Lord, please
Told my dogs I stopped hitting trees, they like, "****, please"
Stay humble when you on your come up
You see all these women, please chill, go put your gun up
Shit from the beginning, hustle sundown to the sun up
You took advantage this season, I'm back for my one up
Pre Nicki Maga, I'm back, I'm a monster
Begging for mercy, you dead, you can't hurt me
You dare to usurp me, you dead if you curve me
**** would beg for the work, now they swear that they perfect
Gave you bread on your worst day, I swear on this verse
Now shit's dead in reverse, you would swear it's your birthday
Lose my leg 'fore I run away from my issues, I choose to stand
Tall in this bitch, strong on my two and ten
Sleep, I constantly lose, yet I do it again
Beats, I'm back on the boards, had to prove it again
Shit's crazy, I couldn't even get recognition
From **** I collab with, rap producer rather choosing a trend
Got features but never feature with them
What up, Kappa? I owe you one, that's for Unique and 'em
I used to trip about **** sleeping
Then I remembered I ain't into beefing
Just me and my bitch and what we into sleeping in
Priorities different, get back to the mission
From the back of the mission
That **** Nat is too gifted, we back in this shit
Ain't asking permission, I spazz and I pivot
Never asking for much, shit just after the digits
You too after the bitches
Pleasing the pussies, your master's ridiculous
Yet won't ask for conditions
You just sliding
You pull your piece out, she grab and hop on and shit start riding
You pleading without saying please to it prior to
All that time wasted, no reason you can't get it my G
Getting this money
Lord, please forgive me
We addicted to something
Never missing a moment
Never missing a moment
Please
Please
We addicted to something
Written by: Christopher Stowe, NatStar
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