Daily Duppy (feat. GRM Daily)

(That's Jojo) Yo, look They didn't think I'd go twice, I said, "me neither" The game died and these rap niggas need a leader Sent in a drone with the heat seeker Looks like the roads still hotter than a chicken tikka But the game's lukewarm, like a cheap freezer Album mode and I'm the GBD releaser GBH on my record, fuck a meat clever I'm from Manny where they're callin' man the beekeeper When his leg got broke, he didn't have to ask Turned up at the gaff before, his leg was in a plaster cast Knocked him and his teeth out, and then I had to dash I dread being locked up like I'm a Rasta man Infamous one, raised in the six one I'm in the gym, so there's no drink in my system I think I'm him, in my garden, I built a fountain He's not a king, he's a man that fell from a mountain Not gonna lie, I was shook when he pulled the 'chete out I really could've pissed my pants, but I was young, okay? But on the cul-de-sac, I nearly wigged him with the axe But that's how payback works in the slums, okay? Even though I'm polite, I'm not signed So I just pick up my pen and say what's on my mind And I can't lie my dark side I been thinking, "chin him on the red carpet", my guy There's a storm incoming, let me drop gear to third Still can't believe that he thinks it's his bird If she flew the nest and settled with another pigeon Give her back to the streets, she's built for the curb I got the bible on my back, scriptures written on my chest They thought I was written off, they didn't know I'm blessed I don't know how to rectify disrespect I'm back on a rampage like a man possessed I was on the call, I let them talk When I heard the proposition, I had to pause I said, "I'm in my prime, I'm on the ball" If Floyd really wants to fight, I'll walk the walk Get the contract ting or forgive me if I sin I'm seein' vivid images of me breaking another chin When they broke into mine, I could just see crown court in my mind When it's on, there's no back peddlin' Oh, I'm getting carried away, carried away They came to the crib on smoke and got carried away I've been single three years, in the beginning of May I'm a defiant one now, I feel like Jimmy and Dre Studied the Mafia, how'd you think I got my name? I watched documentary after documentary If a pussy hole brings up my wordplay Just tell him that my flows hot and cold like a peppermint tea My flows hot and cold like a peppermint God given me a second wind I'm six foot, but psychologically a Nephilim There's no three wise men in the hood The hood's never been like Bethlehem You're looking at the last of a dying breed They can't send the twins for me, I'm not Siamese Like I've not been studying my strategies Like I'm not intelligent enough to see a thief Like I don't hear all the whispers There's envy on the block and it gets heated like the Philippines They caught man lackin', but they didn't have the Wap I really should've smashed him into smithereens (oh, ah) When he got out the can, he was full of beans Put it on my toes in the cold, let me set the scene Have you ever seen a road full of villains? There's a handful of killers in the criminal fraternity When he was gettin' calls off the murder squad I swear to God, I was askin' him if we could share the heat He took me on a robbery, his mate started stabbin' up the guy He nearly turned it to a murder scene He was starin' at me in the club, but when I seen him in the bits I ran him down, you should've heard the scream I heard my uncle broke a man's back So when I licked him with the bat I was really tryna catch him clean He gave my mate's mum a black eye So I hit him with the hammer, lucky that she intervened Hustle in my blood, I've got gangster in my genes You know you're wrappin' up when you hear the screech When you fall off, they'll try and suck your blood But you can't hate the jungle, that's the nature of a leech (woof) They said he made proper money in his day But I still wonder if he's really chillin' on a beach (woof) Do you reckon he'll forgive me for my sins? Tupac wondered if there was a heaven for a G Who's that in the grass? Anacondas in the street Move fast 'cause it could end up in you instead of me I'll come back for you, he said he's gone to get the blade Durag with a stab-proof underneath my tee I'll come back for you, he was a KSI fight, who's that? Let me show man we're not scared of beef Paranoia gets annoying when you're poppin' (ah) They're not your friend, they wanna see you in a coffin (ah) I have to keep it triple G like I'm Golovkin (ah) Now I drop twenty in Amiri, that's a little bit of shoppin' (hey) They didn't think I'd go twice, I said, "Me neither" The game died and these rap niggas need a leader Sent in a drone with the heat seeker Looks like the roads still hotter than a chicken tikka But the game's lukewarm, like a cheap freezer Album mode and I'm the GBD releaser GBH on my record, fuck a meat clever I'm from Manny, now they're calling man the beekeeper (ay) Fuckin' Bugzy Malone Daily Duppy, '24 Year of the Great British Dream Ah-huh, ah-huh