J Hus (Daily Duppy 2016)

Lyrics

[Intro] J Hus GRM Daily Daily Duppy [Verse 1] Yo, I'm tired of this life I just caught a Fed chase Ended up in handcuffs and caught a next case (Next case) They found the food in the glove compartment And took all the cash from my mum's apartment Thank God I got bail again (Bail again) I left the station, Feds on my tail again Mulla's on the wheel Had to tell him put his foot down (His foot down) My seat all the way back and my hood down (Hood down) Spin the dutchie, put something in the air (Air) Blue lights coming from the rear They say, "Freedom is priceless" I just wanna free my mind Dead or in jail, that's no legacy to leave behind (Leave behind) I can't say you been good for me (Good for me) Ain't nothing good in the hood for me Tell my real G's I stay bangin' for ya I can't roll without my tool, it's the paranoia Posted on the block in the cold weather Banging for the ends like we don't know better Like mummy didn't raise us with morals We ain't strangers to struggle Grip this dotty with no leather (No leather) Beefing over biscuit crumbs I can't talk about them ooting's But I witnessed some If I could choose any life I wouldn't pick this one And mummy always knew she had a gifted son, mm Young rebels with no olders Damn, I got devils on both shoulders Who told you that this life was amazing Stuck on probation with no qualifications The roads ain't cool, they must of told you otherwise Trust me, I'm innocent but only in my mother's eyes And I know that she shed a couple tears I was sixteen, I thought I'd be dead a couple years, uh Chilling on the ends with no money Big fat pole, I heard them niggas wanna roll on me (Roll on me) All these death threats And I don't even know donny And if I ever let my mum down, I'm so sorry I was broke for too long So I started juggin' Hell's kitchen, same place that beef started cooking Pass me a plate, and pass me the salad cream And tell me why I always die when I'm having dreams I had a dream that my mother had to bury me (Bury me) I got rolled on by the enemy (Enemy) They turnt J Hus to a memory My niggas never rid for me It's like they nah remember me, uh So I guess I'm on my lowly sun Nuff' man have been there before I ain't the only one Listening to case, when I'm thinking bout' life I'm only with her for the night So why she talking 'bout wife? Uh [Outro] J Hus GRM Daily Duppy Hasta la baby