Daily Duppy pt 1

Lyrics

[Verse] Whats your biggest regret, how many niggas you cheffed How many hamme5rs you pressed, how many bitches you get That's the questions I get asked but I don't listen to them Whats the point, I'm doin' life 'cause niggas started to vent I'm from the O, blud it ain't rocket science They tryna search me but I'm not compliant I know the answers but I keep it silent I'm a tiger, I am not a lion I got black stripes, ask the streets if I'm fuckin' lyin' then I'm fuckin' flyin' I got people dissin' me from a distance, it ain't nothin' new Caught that nigga toe to toe, my right hand lеft him black and blue Heard your buddy died so tеll me if it's true Tell me did you glide on your opps before you hit the booth Brudda tell the fuckin' truth, now you're on the wing like everything is calm Your pagans on the streets, hear his name and start to fuckin' laugh Now I'm prayin' to Allah, puttin' them in my dua's My hands for God, the only time I raise my palms Brudda you're a nerd, you're pussy whipped for pretty little things You ain't had to step out in the jail and rumble with the wing You ain't had a Matic jam, then end up catchin' on the spin You ain't let the trigger go on opps and broke the fuckin' pins Stop cappin' like that, I ain't rappin' like that I'm a driller, knife swinger, I ain't trappin' like that I weren't rappin' for a while but brudda bring the mic back I'm tryna show these drill rappers I can bring the light back For my sanity, get why they mad at me I just done a casualty, done it so casually My brudda caught an opp and turnt that brudda into Cali weed Feelin' like Swarmz, they won't know who's in this bally g Debatin' who's the hardest, I don't care for the fame I want my freedom, seven figures and a crib in my name Couldn't care about no watches, no opps or a chain These niggas dyin' for that shit, that's why I sat in my lane (Most these niggas are lame) He's the baddest man alive? Aight cool You really think I care 'bout this shit, you're a fool Misguided, not the brand that gyal are wearin' on the gram Misguided to the point where I was drillin' after school Misguided to the point where I thought I knew it all Misguided to the point where I wouldn't step without a tool Misguided to the point where I was drillin' after ball Misguided to the point I left him swimmin' in a pool And that ain't half of it, if I said the rest you'd probably laugh a bit Look at me the same or maybe not, see I'm a lost cause But I understand the reason why I'm jumpin' like a exhaust I went to jail, a kid at seventeen, I had to press pause I failed to be a rapper but, fuck it though I'll take a next course Fuck it though, I'll take a next route Skinny nigga in the 'nasium with his chest out GRM Daily, Daily Duppy, I'ma X out