Daily Duppy

I know man who done things, and now the fear haunts 'em
When he was young and he was riding with that George Foreman
And he was sitting down the block donny, pure boredom
I'm telling you my life story, this ain't Piers Morgan
Positive thoughts; See I was young and I was lost for this cause
Remember Ricky got robbed for his jewels
Remember I was getting schooled by some crooks
And that was back when I was grinding, I weren't hitting no shoobs
I know my nan done the best that she could
But I was out here, and I was moving dirty in the hood
Ask a kitty man, they'll tell you I was certie with budge
But thats enough of that
Sorry, I got paper on my mind
'Cause I done lost a lot of time
And I will never get that money back
Something loud on me let me bust a pack
I be smoking bags, hopping out of something flash
And I don't just do it man, I do it with panache
I be chilling with some akhs; Any problems its khalas
But I don't need the agg, rather kick it with a yat
Slim ting she got a back, something I just wanna grab
I'm a Belvedere boy, probably drinking like a stag
Crown court sport, I ain't trialing in no mag
Potter think he bad; Potter been a blagger man, I'm talking armed blags
Where I'm froms the gutter man, bucket full of crabs
Bottom of the barrel its dirty, this Jimmy Saville
Heart all on my sleeve, starving couldn't breath
Four white, 3B, conversations with a fiend
Danny Zuko I got Greeze, bet they wish they woke the beast
I got nothing for a jezzy, I got nothing for Police
I got something for a wig, leave your family bereaved
Tell me darg you ever grieved?
Living how I'm living, man it'll have you on your deen
You meet the woman of your dreams, and you be Adam, getting Eve'd
Yeah honey nice and she be thicker than some thieves
But back to how I get it, I be bagging up in Steves
Flying down the A13, man I was weighing 28's at like age 13
And I got conny on the heavy load
Thats word to KB man, I still serve 'em, I still beat 'em
Never get complacent man, its proper or its decent
Hate you when your broke, I bet they hate you when your eating
A youngens on tag and every night he keeps breaching
But I was just the same, so how the fuck I'm gone teach him?
Little girl pregnant, Mum speeched her to keep it, they're all caught up in this street shit
(They're all caught up in this street shit)
But you got to take positive from the negative
That jailhouse day is so repetetive
And you don't see the problem, cause everybody's selling it
And everyone around you's on some sort of benefit
It's a sad day when you can't even trust your relative
I've got trust issues (trust issues)
Community's thriving off of drug misuse
You see the things your serving, you sleep in, it kind of fucks with you
So you use that weed smoke to try and uplift you, cloud nine
Now they wanna hear me, shit well its about time
I'm Robin Thicke these blurred lines, got me thinking this ain't Pharrel
I was out there to make it sell, my bruddas was there with me, through the worst time
I'm Russian Roulette-ing with my liberty
Still I'm on to any type of dough in my vicinity
They trap like its fashion, I got respect for those who haven't
'Cause nothing good from selling misery