Daily Duppy (feat. GRM Daily)

Yo

Turn the beat up a little bit

Morrisson

Yo

Been shot, been stabbed, we know how they both feel

Been rich, been poor, we know how they both feel

They're fake but acting so real, I've been knee-deep in the trenches

We spent most our lives in jail 'cause we don't speak when police ask questions

Mandem hate to see progression, they'd rather see you broke and stressing

They wanna see me put my mic down, grab my mask and load my weapon

First I asked God to protect me from my enemies tryna get me

Then I started losing my bredrens, thank you, God, I get the message

It's a cold world, oh well, let's crack on with these coke sales

Let's crack on with these grows and pray that nosey neighbours don't smell

I feel sorry for our old girls and the stress we put them through

My mum just buried her favourite son, when I heard the news I couldn't move

Like what do I say, what do I do? Regardless, nothing will bring him back

I miss you, bro, I blame myself, I coulda done more, I let you down

I wish they left you in the can and the feds never let you out

Rather visit you in the jail than have to bury you in the ground

So I'm sorry, mum

Sorry, dad

Sorry, Joe

Sorry, Ant

Sorry, sis

Sorry, Steve

See you soon

Roger that

All the family miss you

All the mandem miss you

I've got a couple of scores to settle

Then I'm out and coming to visit you

I'm more comfortable around killers

Than I am when I'm 'round civilians

We do equal splits when we lick it

They're ungrateful, so they keep whingeing

And money can't buy you happiness

But it can buy you a fancy car

Rather be sad in this Lambo

Than be sad on the back of a bus

But I made my bed, I'll lie in it

If he's with me then I'll ride for him

Being a boss is tiring

All the sacking and the hiring

I'm from Newham and it's violent here

A lot of man are dying here

Friends will stab you in your back when you ain't looking

So keep your eyes on them

We ain't never had no guidance, that's the reason why we're reckless

We're either battling with our enemies or we're battling with depression

And I know that God protects me, but I can't move without my weapon

'Cause he's let me down before, and my enemies left me on a stretcher

So I'll stay with it

I'm on the edge, don't play with me

Underneath this drip I've got this P.T.S.D. stain on me

The struggle and the pain on me

Mum, don't cry, just pray for me

It was us that shot the block up, but it's them man that are claiming it

Fuck you, friends that changed on me

You fell off, now you're blaming me

Now the same mandem that ate off me are the same mandem that hate on me

It's a fake game and it ain't honest

Yo

I said it's a fake game and it ain't honest

And I'm knee-deep in the trenches, tryna make it out

I let my actions do the talking, I don't make a sound

He's showing love but hates on man

Now he's tryna shake my hand

With that same pair of hands he used to try and take me down with

After all the things I did for you

You only talk about them things I never did for you

I ain't perfect, but I've been loyal

You diss me, then you say you're loyal, blud, that's disloyal

Chyeah

And teamwork makes the dream work

But that can only happen when everyone in the team works

And no one gets to eat first

When we eat, we eat together

When we starve, we starve together

Smile, cry and laugh together

Chyeah

I'm keeping it moving

Opps got me loading Russians, I'm feeling like Putin

I need to stay around the mandem that help me improve

And stay away from man that find a problem in every solution

Chyeah

And here's the rapper starter kit

Write about the hood even if you ain't a part of it

Put some tattoos on your face, shoot a vid and dance in it

Put it on the 'net and probably chart with it

Chyeah

I couldn't count how many times that I got counted out

I went from counted out to counted on to help the mandem out

You told the ends that you're my hitta, but you never banged for man

People only knew you 'cause you hanged around with me

And don't push me, I ain't scared to drop out everyone

And if I lose my hood pass, I'll just buy some extra guns

Bulletproof my whip and roll through any hood

Like fuck 'em

And I know a couple friends wanna kill me, innit

But you know you can't, 'cause you know you still need me, innit

That's why I keep you close, but I keep my distance

Fuck 'em

R.I.P. Steve-o man

Zero Ls to the world and back

Free Jordan

(It's that hocus pocus Harry James)

Morrisson

It's a dog-eat-dog world, it's survival of the fittest

And it's kill or be killed, I'm from a violent little city

Man take kindness for a weakness, so I have to hide my feelings

I felt bad when I robbed my man, but I acted like I didn't

As a kid I never had much and neither did my neighbours

We used to run around with holes and tears in all our trainers

We didn't know about designer 'cause our clothes were nameless

We weren't jealous of each other 'cause we had nothing to hate on

Then all that started changing when we started making money

Shh was making more than shh, so he started moving funny

Then we started getting hungry, friendships turned into business

Them man used to be my friends but then became my competition

We used to share the same vision, same plans, same mission

Then the money broke us up, Take That and Robbie Williams

We was friends that moved like siblings, now we're oppositions

I woulda killed an opp for him, now I'm the one that wants to kill 'em

And they're the ones that wanna kill me, this life's been real, G

Trap money looking filthy, clean guns, we turned them filthy

We were shooting but not filming, the ends turned into Baghdad

Homes turned into bandos, good kids turned into badman

When guns went bang bang, man dropped like a Santander account bank scam

Shots fired like we sacked man

I ain't from Brum, but we slash man

Cut his face with a kitchen

Try diss my G-Unit, now he's got a buck fifty

I've done things I can't talk about, I'm from a hood you can't walk about

"Mum, I want them Nike trainers", "Nah, son, we can't afford all that"

So I started doing a paper round, and my friends started to call me Pat

I got paid five pound a week for that and I gave my mother all of that

And I grew up in a council house

Inheritance? Cancel that

I got it from the mud and broke that cycle, I'm a landlord now

My kids' future, that's all patterned now

Me and Steve just went and grabbed a car

Brand new Porsche 911, all black like the Panther cast

Hold on, wait a minute, you thought I was finished?

When I was buying all them houses you thought they was rented?

I've been round a lot of snakes that I thought was my bredrins

I've been taking loads of Ls, but they weren't losses, they were lessons

I hit rock bottom, I had to level up

I got knocked down, I kept getting up

I'm in a crop house full of smelly bud

And when I chop down I might sell you some

And you're all about when the bread is up

But you're not about when the bread is done

So I dropped out nearly everyone

Because you opt out when the pressure comes

Chyeah

You man are broke because you sleep too much

I can't sleep unless my Ps are up

I need to feed my son and my daughter, so I'm shotting

While you bruddas are moving bricks and smoke the profits

Half you need to stop it

Even after all the losses, blud, I'm still winning

Even after all the pain I've been through, I'm still grinning

I'm in the trap with more bricks than a builder's yard

There's no space for furniture 'cause every room's filled with plants

Chyeah

I'm from Newham where the gorillas are

The armed robbers, top shotters and some killers are

Chyeah

I done a move and robbed fifty large

Dylan wasn't there and I still give him fucking half

Your team ain't as real as ours, we're calling the shots

Not just one of us are on it, blud, we're all on our job

They're just talking a lot

But when it's action time they quieten down

I dropped out D 'cause he wasn't on riding out

Birds keep flying out and money keeps coming in

And feds just kicked the door off, so we need to rent another crib

The man I'm getting money with's the same man I ride with

We clap man and drive off smiling

You won't see me hiding, unless I'm on the run from the feds

I keep my .45 greased in case man come for my head

If you see me popping bottles in the club with my friends

We ain't slipping, mate, we've come here prepared

We've got something for them