Daily Duppy (Goat Talk)

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Look [Verse] They always like to play it down but I'm lit though They close doors in my face I always win-dow When they come around goats they like to tip-toe And I don't flag colours but I blew off cryto Made a bit off coins temple running to the bank Always get redemption, I'm sure with the shank My boy ain't from the States but chains he likes to yank He would light up a room with his 8, he Frankie Lamps I make brothers insecure all wondering where their chicks staying I'm like Fabinho in the DM's, I'm really dictating If you think this life's a game, you need to quit playing My darg ain't never done a trade but he's brick laying Mixtaping, I was really trying make pounds 'Cause I was trapping but not the heights of Blade Brown I'ma decade in I've seen the game change round I've seen man last for 10 months and break down Rapping with a purpose, this rap game's a circus Your favourite rapper comes 'round the dogs and gets nervous Shit ain't never what it seems on the surface Before I saw a beach, I seen bandos and burners Get rich or die trying on my Curtis If you see me in a bussdown, just know the yard is purchased Big whips 2 quid for a service When you got this kind of drive, dreams really go the furthest I'm a South London legend check the numbers I've been repping Calm in any setting 'cause my dargs really stepping I might forgive, I'm not forgetting When you eating a king's meal, they wanna be your bredrin All I need is a Rolls and I'm ghostin Sundays, I've got shawty over roasting If I told you who I turned down, you'd say I'm boasting Influencers in my bed lingerie promoting I can't lie I miss the days it weren't about clout Everyone's the real deal until they get found out Hands on, I'm still not the one to count out I've been grounded from the days I weren't allowed out I've made mistakes I know money can never make right But have you ever had to take flight for date night? Certain man was on my level but they got stage fright Must be growing pains, they ain't reached the same heights I've had an A-class (yep) And a B-class (yep) And a C-class (yep) And an E-class (yep) I've got an S-class (yep) But I'm OG-class I'm on different class, tell Mercedes I need a free pass Why they still wanna play with me? My name was in voices before they were paying me I just ask my pops to pray for me I've toured the map from what I can do from A to Z *[Beat Switch]* [Intro] Yeah [Chorus] Let me be clear Don't compare me to any rapper that just started their career I've been here for 10 years I'm never on these lists and to be honest, it's weird But I don't ever cry about it, let me show you top tier [Verse] I'm ready with the goats ever since they let a lad in I've really been getting notes, 10 years full of quotes Bros still on road keep thinking this things' a joke 'Til they pull out where you hang man and have you on the ropes K knows I do my ting, that's a top boy Criminals fours cars up, what a convoy Pull up with a tom boy Real talk blud, I was the one in the motherfucking rover on your block boy Yeah Man i've done my hours Yeah, I rose from the mud and I want my flowers I ain't tryin to get conspiracy lining up towers But I still got 5 Gs posted by the towers I'm the real deal, this ain't no Instagram hype Blud, I really sold mills and the bars are still tight Big Drippa Yungs, Chrome Hearts with the Nike I must be doing alright if I can take showers on a flight Plain jane yachty, got 'em all in my boat Bills 10k a month but dont worry I'll cope I can't be mad at them man for doing what I won't Every bar I spits a wheel 'cause it's facts what I spoke I've seen man boot and cut, this ain't fashion I wouldn't suit a case but my darg with me's packin I'd still be a millionare if I weren't rapping More time it goes over your head, them man are capping It's a new era, all them old guys are real bitter Forget the clout blud, you're looking at a real spitter My mans doubting that my darg's a real driller If he backs out his Tommy, I bet you he'll figure Who's iller? My F64 rocked the nation, 10 years later I'm still Jigga Take your girl out to Novi for a real dinner They said you dissed her to me to make you feel bigger I never won a Brit, never won a Mobo Every time I bag goals, they always move the goal posts I been doing shows from Wembley to the Gold Coast Yachts in Abu Dhabi but I don't like to show boat Lost my big bro, fam my head hurts Copped the new toast 'cah I know how getting bread works Hustling expert She don't care about my real name, she's just on Google for my net worth Streets, I was raised from it The hood, I was made from it Find yourself a hobby and get paid from it And then save from it These shoes cost me 8 bills But I still rock the socks that's got the days on it Herne Hill legend, I'm like Gerard at Anfield [?] At my big age, I don't care whos gang's real I'm just trying to buy yards, I don't care if you bangs still 14, I got nicked then I got bail And knew I could not fail I made it to the charts but not jail CC on me, I'm a hot male Mixed race yout but I got a white mom that cooks ox tail [Chorus] So let me be clear Don't compare me to any rapper that just started their career I've been here for 10 years I'm never on these lists and to be honest, it's weird But I don't ever cry about it, I just show you top tier