Daily Duppy

Lyrics

[Intro] RB The Producer Yo [Verse 1] Dem man are gassed like cannister They ain't ever bust no caliber These hold six, you can hold six Nickname this gun Canada Sidestep man like bannister For man get wigged like barista Forgive man work, man better work Man don't play with my calendar Time is money I add it up Ride out gang outside the outside the lock Fly out gang Im a traveler Peckham Rye ambassador I know all G's like Gallagher Came up with a shooter and stabberer To livе in the jungle is maddenеr But man is a hunter and gatherer Man came up against all odds You lost your mind, you ain't on job Man trust no man, man move dodge Don't need no one mans on tod SM1, you know man's squad Finest cloth they cut man from You don't know me, you know man's songs G's don't sleep, where man's from Bro, bro please, you ain't no don Ain't face life if all goes wrong Don't face Kyze the [...] gets long Leave man sad, face all long In this deep, it all goes on Things we seen, heads all gone Race of life, don't run that wrong Think you run ship get your vessel bombed Outta the mud mans hood grew Bad man ting but good you Man eat good, smoke good too Cali got me high as a good view Won't let man in, ill push through Stand with them get pushed too Ends is rough when the hood's smooth To hear no news is good news Everyday above ground is a good day Everyday I save a round is a good day Everyday I do the rounds is a good pay He ain't around thats what they would say Want me around like "Bro, you should stay" The feds can chain me Kunta Kente Don't give me the humps, not even wednesday When they talk Im like no comprende Man see me better know the sensei Man see me better find their senses Im not that guy that's behind the lenses Man will sin with no repentance Life in the street is my only sentence Trying to appeal to the board of trenches Jumped through hurdles, walls and fences Opps fell victim to all defences [Interlude] Yeah Yo [Verse 2] Trapsuit season's all mine Trapped all through these hard times Ain't no p's man can't find Spent mad p's on car fines No hard feelings all slime Man been healing can't lie Now Im way past the past Moving past my favorite pastime Mandem want here hard Kyze Family wanna see calm Kyze Can't let 'em see my dark eyes Can't read me so ask my star sign Heart been scarred got scarlines She wanna read my palmlines I told her no I can't I trust in god, stars and star nines Prayed for freedom much times Time ease the pain when ma died Can't sleep the same get glosseyed Now and then, them demons pass by My young g's p's are parse high I tell him streets ain't part-time You feeling sweet in car [...] But your opps are beating carbine Man best spend that p's wise Man need shells no seaside They show piece not peace signs In these streets there's no peace of mind This game ain't got no halftime Free mandem doing hard time I know it's hard I can't lie All this pain, and still I can't cry Times are changing rapid They killing all these rappers They clapping all these trappers Hacked the encro, madness Covid causing sadness Bad man ain't on badness Lockdown got man shakey Like what "you shooked to grab this?" Designed for life, Im savage I'm the survival package Put man anywhere on god's green earth and man will manage If you ain't on capping Or cap chasing fashion If you make shit happen Hats off to you, applaud your passion Man keep up that work rate Out all day man work late Man just got some work and split that dirt up, cause the earthquake R B that's my work mate Not standard that's my shirt make Round here we party standard Everyday is the mandem's birthday Plugs and links, drinks on drinks Toast to life, glasses chink Souls of gods, hearts of kings Not to bust my gun's the hardest thing