Daily Duppy (2023)

[Intro]
(Buckroll)

[Verse]
You need to ask about him
I don't dance with no devil akh, I dance around him
If you announce suttin, you can't un-announce it
I bought a hundred bag kettle and I can't pronounce it
Got a bunch of weed growing out a bunch of houses
I tried to keep it quiet but the gang just shouting
In a hundred nights, Dirty made a hundred thousand
And my small fists have laid out a couple bouncers
Small fists have laid out a couple bouncers
Selling caine out your toilet while the club is bouncing
You was in the room revising
I wasn't just in this gang, I was supervising
Feds chased me by the river, by the Thames
Told my jigga "No games", fuck a prison I'm scuba diving
They dipped my brother out, he in Cuba grinding
At the shows, they don't know where my shooters hiding
Certain man are fake, too conniving
I put the weed in the Prius, make the Uber drive it
Before I knew the law my akh, I knew the vikings
Before I buy the diamond, haffi zoom inside it
I just opened up a jewellery shop, 57
We can source a rare watch in like fifty seconds
If your guap is right, I can sell the watch to you
Way below the Trotters price, cutting through Rotherhithe
I told Neenz that he ain't going back to trapping
We gon' make it happen akhi, we done moves like Hatton
I'm so original, Bricky boy criminal
I made forty racks on my ped, on my provisional
Rollie so iced out, it don't even tell time
I got the Rollie trade price, straight outta Tel's Time
As a young'un I was strapped in the arcade
Nothing ain't changed, I'm strapped in The Arcade
Grew up with gun bussers and bud abusers
A cold heart, a cold blood what my heart producing
Two hunna miles from home, two man up loosen
We feel safe at the show, I Snap the deuce in
When you're really bad, it's hard improving
Said I'm too real for rap, let me start producing
Speeding down the M's, I ain't into cruising
But grown man don't need introducing
Haffi even odds, trap line's beating off
Feel like I don't sleep enough, if you see me in the dance
I ain't tryna shake a leg, I'm tryna shake demon off
Mama told me "Get a job", I was tryna get a Glock
Bro's tryna get an opp, shoot him through the letterbox
Broski in jail, he just wrote a man a letter cuz
Shit's getting hard, I said shit it'll get better cuz
Heard your mum's sick, I'ma check her till she's better cuz
I come up in the coldest summers, grinding in my oldest runners
For the love of bread, I'm sweating like them Polish plumbers
In a load of traps and I'm tryna get a load of numbers
You gotta get it cah this world, it don't owe you nothing
When I was sweating in that sweat box
You was with a sket or worse, sitting on your desktop
Summer like the winter, everyday and I'm chasing funds
I'm with Bello getting bells or I'm exchanging guns
Cold summers so better get your umbrellas
When the thunder clap, gonna leave your brudda undeveloped
Couple man are scared and I know they're hiding under dressers
They just over chat but really they just under pressure
Wah di bumbaclaat, me I let the thunder spark
Turn 'em to mechanics when I bang it, they was under cars
If the music died then I'm cropping it
The first time I seen a brudda die, I never vomited
Honestly, akhi's gone missing and I miss akh
Sticks like miswak, I ain't got no six-pack
Bought a wap for every pack missing, that's six waps
I don't do this riffraff and I don't do no chitchat
Two corn like Tic Tac, I need a break like KitKat
And Dirty's got them big dreams but he don't take no big naps
Me I need to kick back, I think I need to sit back
I'm tired of this TikTok, make the clock tick back
I can spend a hard day, me and devil part ways
Buss down now, on this kettle that's a Pave
I'm tired of this gang stuff, giving man a heartache
Tired of this trans stuff, shoving it in our face
I come on the A side, still I try to pray five
Akh you gotta take time, I'm tired of this gay pride
Hit him with some straight pride, heard it through the grapevine
Bought a nine for like nine akhi, and it takes nine
Plus I keep one in the head so it takes ten
So I can let ten out the nine, does it make sense?
You see the real, they wouldn't televise that
If your hustle ever died, I beg you energise that
You can't jeopardise man, I haffi exercise facts
Quran that's my soul, I need to memorise that
The music never died, I'm just stopping it
The first time I seen a brudda die, I never vomited