Daily Duppy, Pt. 2 (feat. GRM Daily)

We crush the pain away, and dash it in a Rizla Sometimes you've gotta sit and thank the Lord you made it this far If you've got love for me, then you're my brother, you're my sister You ain't gotta ask twice, loyalty ain't got a price If the cake was runnin' out, I would share my last slice Lil' bro be out here tellin' me, "This trappin' shit be like a disease" (brr) He hungry for the money, he ain't eaten for weeks His mama be on the grind, she be stressin' for P's And he's allergic to the swine, so he's dodgin' police And lockdown 2020 had 'nough man livid Trapped in a box, no more visits I was climbin' then I fell, but then I ended up winnin' I had to take a couple L's before I learned all my lessons And all sinnin' comes with drama (sinner) Tried to keep it in, but I couldn't 'cause of karma, word to my mama Can't be judgin' man just off a persona I've got a devil and an angel, and they beef on my shoulder (brr) So when you see me in the DM's, and I'm goin' ham It's 'cause I'll turn up on a hater face-to-face, and on the 'Gram They hate you when you're poppin', but they love you in a coffin Let's give 'em the flowers now, not when men are in the ground Life works in mysterious ways One day, you're here, the next you're buried away No one knows their fate Shit will never be the same though, you gotta let the pain go Thank God we live to fight another day Crush the pain away, and dash it in a Rizla (yeah) Sometimes you've gotta sit, and thank the Lord you made it this far (yeah) If you've got love for me then you're my brother, you're my sister You ain't gotta ask twice, loyalty ain't got a price If the cake was runnin' out, I would share my last slice Yo, kids be out here on the streets, and they're bussin' their whistle Whilst the kids be overseas, stay duckin' from missiles Man in a suit be out here tryna cover their plans With blood on their hands, while they're the ones fundin' the missiles Look, how am I supposed to trust When the man that's in position keeps fuckin' up the system? Still we live to fight another day We crush the pain away, and dash it in a Rizla (it in a Rizla) Sometimes you've gotta sit and thank the Lord you made it this far (oh) If you've got love for me then you're my brother, you're my sister You ain't gotta ask twice, loyalty ain't got a price If the cake was runnin' out, I would share my last slice, ra-ta