Daily Duppy (feat. GRM Daily)

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Mason
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 Picture this
 Little Fred out there really hittin' licks
 By 15, he's locked in jail but no one didn't visit him
 It's cool though
 'Cause most of his friends were still in school though
 But he thought a knife and bike was really cooler than some school clothes
 Chasin' money young
 Yeah, my teachers and my school knows
 I was livin' with my OG's
 Used to tell their mum, "My school's closed"
 Picture this
 Niggas slippin' on their blocks for Insta pics
 We pull up with the smoke
 Let it blow and now your picture's ripped
 Me and mine was broke with hopes of coke fixing it
 I was broke, 'til I got coke and put mix in it
 She knows I'm risky risking it, got my wrist in, whisking it
 I'm either mashin' works on little pricks or I'm assisting it
 Slice a nigga's chest and watch it ooze like there's a cyst in it
 I get 300 thousand an album and a Insta pic
 Been seeing man grinding for some years just for the pinky drip
 Niggas had their eye on it, he lost it in the blink of it
 Yo, I don't even think, when I come to think of it
 Forget Titanic, I got enough ice on to sink the ship
 Bitches wanna fuck me quick, they don't even need to drink a bit
 Rule number one, don't drive no cars without no tints on it
 I know why they hate and lie, it's clear to see they're mad at me
 I got so many hoes, I need to donate some to charity
 Fredo started rapping with a bust down and a real chain
 Them man didn't even have no money 'til the deal came
 You dropped 20 on your wrist, you need a better freezer
 That's the kinda money me and mine go bet on Fifa
 Bruddas acting like it's beef but they look sorta dumb
 They don't pull up 'round here, I got more beef with my daughter's mum
 My Rolex and gelato, the same number, they're both 41
 I been in the hood all day today, my niggas call me dumb
 But if I stopped goin', then I'm knowing the love will all be done
 I don't wanna change or stay the same, it is an awkward one
 Picture that, now all I got's these pics, I want my niggas back
 Girls say they love me, it isn't that
 I steal their heart then give it back
 I'm responsible for everything that's popping here
 Niggas ask for shit, don't wanna hear
 What would you do if I wasn't here?
 Rest in peace my nigga Muscle, you made me drop a tear
 Two rambos up in Harvey Nichols, no, we don't shop in fear
 And I don't blame them lame bruddas for watchin' what we do
 'Cause if I was you lame bruddas, I'd be copying me too
 Why would I ever marry a hoe?
 So she can get bored, take half of my pattern and go? No
 Crazy bro, I was in jail, hearing me on the radio
 Didn't know if I would make it home
 But life is what you make it though
 Even though I'm seein' this crazy money
 I know they want the crazy freestyle, they been waiting on me
 My youngens sliding every night, yeah, they try daily duppy
 Hundred 'round my neck and I won't let no one take it from me
 Straight in like that, yeah?
 Ah, let's go again
 Made mistakes in my life and it needs a rewind
 But then again, when I check these the reasons I'm out here
 When I was broke, they couldn't see me, them people was blind
 Now I'm up, everyone seems to be seein' me fine
 Bad on my own, they only move in a herd
 Last time I checked, pussy boy, you was a nerd
 Whistle on this new stick, is how we move on the curb
 Lil' prick, we put the stick here on do not disturb
 Men lie, women lie but them numbers are real
 So the opps must be lying 'cause their numbers are nil
 You can't name one man that you done in the field
 But you got hundreds of tracks, spittin' nothin' but drill
 Any time I'm spittin', they know it's nothin' but real
 I'm so lit, girls are always tryna come in some heels
 But you look silly dressed up when you're just coming to chill
 I'm tryna fuck you on the sofa then run up a mill
 Little Troy got a twenty, shit is fuckin' for real
 Anytime his Mum ask, I gotta cover them bills
 Got skills in the pot, whipped a 100ml's
 Niggas start to think my left wrist must've come from Brazil
 I done brought a couple man in to the party
 But they ain't here to party
 You play? Then they're coming to drill
 If niggas think that I ain't gang no more and I'm a rapper
 Come test me and you'll find out that I'm one of them still
 Two sticks in the whip, no bamboo
 Even Usain Bolt would lose track of all them hoes I ran through
 You niggas doing loads, there's not much that I'd do for hoes
 Most I bought a bitch was Hakkasan and a Uber home
 I'm doin' festivals, them man are doing tuna rolls
 We're the teachers of the drip, gotta tutor loads
 Lost my dargie and I know that he ain't coming back
 If you lose your jewels by my dawgs, we don't run it back
 I swear it's hard to be a boss
 I just lost Muscle, I feel like part of me is lost
 If I could, I swear I'd probably have an argument with God
 I know you got your reasons, I'm in my feelings, I don't understand
 Dotz died before he even was a fucking man
 My step dad caught an M, there ain't no coming back
 But before this, I already was my brother's dad
 That's how it goes when your people wanna fuck with crack
 Then the feds wanna send my niggas to pen'
 When deep down, we all know the real villains is them
 Why start taking crack? It just poisons estates
 I thought that people gotta live with all the choices they made
 We don't force them to call, they been callin' for days
 And you can lock me up, cool, they'll just be calling my mates
 It's safe to say, when shotters getting more than a rapist case
 How can I abide by the law or what the labour says?
 I feel them guys in suits got all these laws tailor made
 'Cause they might touch a kid but they won't never touch a razor blade
 Where I'm from, there's not one, we had to make a way
 Started with some fast food, the T is like a takeaway
 Straight from the block
 We could go away for years
 And no one here can't be taking the spot
 Came from poverty so I bought a bust down watch
 And a box before I ever thought about buying any property
 I gotta give it honestly, that's why my niggas honour me
 Feds might as well make a Instagram, how they follow me
 My young niggas stab you up, you're dead, probably
 'Cause they're walking 'round with machetes that's made for doner meat
 Yo, they're actin', the love is just cheap
 And that's why that shit there don't mean nothing to me
 I'm getting six figures now, just to go jump on a beat
 So this my last freestyle 'cause I do nothin' for free
 

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Duration
06:09
Key
2
Tempo
113 BPM

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