Daily Duppy (feat. GRM Daily)

Certain situations never end when it's dark

Sorry, mum, I know your oldest son broke your heart

**** turn to snakes when the mandem start to starve

Got me feeling like I'm Melly 'cause I need to do my darg

I just kick back and watch all them **** on the sideline

I don't hate on a **** 'cause I knew I'd have my time

You can hate me, but you have to rate my grind

And, nah, I ain't fuckin' with that brother, he ain't my slime

A **** can't look me in the eyes, he knows he let me down

Lost so much friendship chasing money, I regret it now

I wish Los never got dips and still around

All them times we hit the strips and all them in-and-outs

So let me tell you 'bout a story and it's all true

My **** robbed my other ****, we was all cool

And then my brother stabbed my brother on some road rules

And that's two brothers that I was really close to

Yeah, nowadays, I play my part less

Nah, I ain't heartless, I just use my heart less

I love my akhi S, he don't half step

Bro told me, "Go and do your ting, they hate regardless"

My daughter's smile makes my day, you wouldn't understand

Makes me feel better than the day I made a hundred grand

Comfy by myself, I don't need a hundred men

All I really need is a phone and a hundred packs

I never had a pot to piss in, so I had to risk it

Had me feeling like I'm **** up in the kitchen

Can't believe they got my lil' bro up in prison

'Cause he dipped a **** tryna rob him, then he started snitchin'

Feds at my mum's every week, this shit's gettin' mad

Grown police TPAC-ed my mum, dragged her out her cab

Sometimes I wonder it'd be different if I had a dad

But I can't complain, mummy did the best that she can

Yeah, mummy did the best that she could

But a woman can't save a man growing in the hood

All the nights I spent havin' convos with the fiends

I got lifer's nightmares and some million-pound dreams

The stuff you brag about, G, I done it in my teens

In the station, I don't talk, feds call me Mr. Bean

Yeah, in the station, I don't talk, feds call me Mr. Bean

Yo

You know

I'm in the ends with more bread than I started with

Mummy always told me, "You don't finish who you started with"

Gettin' money, get a gun, that's the starter kit

Make sure you never show a **** where your marger lives

They ask me about my aman, I say that shit happens

My **** told me just rappin', so stop trappin'

Told my **** that I'm good, he told me stop actin'

I said I'm married to the game and I'm not cappin'

Yeah, I was throwin' up gang signs when I was eleven

Started showin' food when I was in year seven

Never made it to year ten, let alone eleven

G, my past left me scarred, some shit I don't mention

On the Daily Duppy thinking 'bout a duppy daily

**** tryna count me out, you must be fuckin' crazy

I love the block, but I'll never ever let it break me

I hear the devil in my head, but I don't let him take me

Call the line, we got food for days

I'm a wizard with them keys like I'm 24k

Gave my **** work, gave him three, four days

Got my brother on my line, said he needs more haze

My bro lost his nan and his mum, I can see he's hurt

So I don't complain about my problems 'cause it could be worse

My **** ain't seen his son in a year

Had to tell his BM fix up 'cause I really care

My lil' **** told me I'm the one he wants to be like

Really couldn't be I, I'm nothin' like these guys

Had blocks doing numbers by the seaside

Always got to be right, I made the **** sleep nice

Smooth with the flow like I'm smooth with the girls

Smooth with the bird like I'm smooth with the scales

I just kick back and make a quick juice off the yay

I got sales out of town gettin' work 'cause they pay

I don't know what you **** really heard about the flays

But I done sold a whole box two-fifty all the way

Broke **** always talking 'bout me, saying this and that

But all them **** in your vids, they worth fifty stacks

It's like they want clout more than money, shit's getting mad

But I'll never snake my bro, shit's really gettin' bad

Feds on my case tryna put me in the can

Wonder 'bout them **** facing life on remand

Smokin' on this Cali got me lost in my thoughts

In my last menu, I swear I could've bought a Porsche