Daily Duppy

[Verse 1 - Pak-Man & Shaker]
This rap game's smoke and mirrors, really got smoke in dinners
Trap game, no beginners, hella man broke and finished
Hundred shots used to hug the block in the coldest winters
I was blowing triggers now I'm blowing figures
Girls blowing kisses while I'm blowing Skittles
I'm so official, might blow the whistle
This a hustle story; pain, struggle, glory
You been hating on me but my main plug adore me
Feel my style, been broke but it's been a while
See that woman turn cat like Selina Kyle
Wrist like the River Nile, we're coming like 'Kiss and Styles
On a real I need a mill that I can give my child
Hood style, need a big house with a swimming pool
Fourteen I was in court, shoulda been in school
Taking risks, getting paper quick like Ace and Mitch
On my Shaker shit, uptown steak and chips

[Verse 2 - Pak-Man]
Fuck a basic bitch, I'm in the latest whips
I ain't chilling round no rats, I've seen your statement snitch
I was really round the flats about to make it rich
Nuttin doesn't phase the kid, years I've had to wait for this
My brothers are the realest in the city
Got a bag of killers with me
Once I'm done with this Patek imma grab a Richard Mille
Now the stack's getting silly
That's RM11 talk, I don't need to stress a whore
I'd seen it all by twenty-four
No money in my shoe box, broke like you was
Now I'm spending bills on some new socks
I need millions I can't count with my hands
Building houses on land, big business figure how to expand
Ten toes to Benzo's, whizzing round end crows
And extend those, the clip's sticking out
That's what I'm spitting bout, girls call me shallow
[?] My LV done Alpo
I could never rate a rat, my ex chick's saying take me back
My next whip on a racing track
Secure, no security
Givency or Dior my tee, girls don't get bored of me
Learned to cook me a brick before I bought prezzi
Now look at my wrist, it ain't ordinary
I'm more than ready, it's overdue
Your time's expired, it's over soon

[Verse 3 - Shaker]
Time going, my mind going
How many years can we do this shit? It's mind blowing
All of your peers disappear but where my nine going?
I had my burner in my bag when Man Utd had Michael Owen
My young G's keep their nines on em
And these bricks come from Belgium like Nainggolan
All these pricks that can't sell them, they try rob em
They're corrupted by jewellery just like Gollum
Listen that ain't my problem, my hitta that's your problem
I know people bringing dinners in in force bottoms
Cat's got yay fever, I need more pollen
I got more scores on me than a sports column
I just hope my YG's love the hustle like me
I'm connected and I'm killing shit like 5G
In the kitchen with the fishes, they ain't Pisces
Got more fishes in the dishes than the high seas
And all of my plugs show me love, they wanna send me more
Used to get rid of the shit and there'd be plenty more
I used to send a hundred bricks and I'd be ready for
If I ever left my kid I'd be forever poor
I was going through some shit when I was twenty-four
I went ghost on my bitch like she was Demi Moore
Same time that I started drinking Henny raw
Used to tell myself I couldn't do this anymore
Fast-forward, '019 I'm in the UAE
Went to go and see Khabib at the UFC
There were six black back-to-back GMC's
With the real money team, not TMT
Got the hustle in my veins, hunger and the pain
Trying to run the blocks like Sully and Dushane
I hit blocks for quick shots like cameos
Me and Pak like Dwight Yorke and Andy Cole