Daily Duppy pt 2

MoraBeats

Cairo

I'm a bad boy, rude boy, really unruly

Rappers are prayin' that I didn't come back

Sat in my cell and I thought to myself

"If I came home, will these bitches run back?"

Make the pagans run back

Go ask T when S try bun that

Drill went cold and I'm bringin' the sun back

**** are dead, they ain't bringin' their son back

Caught him a stray tryna get him a burger

He ended up gettin' a ying in his belly

My Rambo stuck couple times in my man

He couldn't move, so they brought him a Heli

'019, I was killin' the scene

Same time I was puttin' pagans on the telly

O-P-P-S, hold that steady

They was never rollin' like Kelly

Flows are crazy, how could you hate me?

Man, fuck you pay me, my songs are wavy

Bad bitches rate me, the gun from Haiti

Rusty one from 1980

Man, fuck the pagans and fuck the haters

Man, where's your homie? Open the papers

He's floatin' away, man, see you laters

It said he's online, we change his status

We change his bio

His friend left him, we made him cry home

Now-now I'm in the pen, it's not a Byro

With the burner boys, he ain't singin' Shayo

**** dead, oh shit, a typo

Fat boy ran, we gave him Lipo

Keep seein' their songs comin' up on my TikTok

Think that app has turned me psycho

My price is higher than all of these rappers

You know, don't think I'll settle for less

Compare me to him, I'll stab out his chest

Insert boarers, rip out his flesh

Even in jail, I'm still fuckin' his groupie

Ass was peak, but leg on the steps

Boujie gyal ain't boujie to me

Gyal skin out their pum-pum over the TEC

It's been five years and my voice has changed

Of course it has, are you dumb or dumb?

And if you don't like me, then suck your mum

I'm SJ, you don't leave me with guns

Look what we do in this industry

From jail, had bad gyal shakin' bums

Had him and his homies losin' lungs

I don't window shop, purchase with funds

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