Daily Duppy

[Verse 1]
Yeah I know about that pain, it was the virtue
Growing up in the hood, used to jump up on the church roof
Had a one-on-one with my dargy but we just worked through
Know about them set-up chicks, chickens tryna jerk you
Know about the foil around the tag to beat the curfew
You know about doing ten summers and it weren't you?
Or rest that hot nozzle on your jacket and it burns through?
Donny got hit with the eagle and caught bird flu
You know about that feeling? Just before you step, nerves do
Helmet on, jacket on, brushing off your work boots
Careful of them whispers cah the devil might hurt you
Always give thanks to your Lord, he might curse you
Mind how you're running through them wars, it might earth you
Mind how you're drawing out your sword, he might burst you
And I ain't perfect cause I've really done dirt too
I was repping O-Block just like Lil Durk's crew
That was back in '04 when we were on the purge too
Then I left the gang ting, yeah I'm grown now, my shirt's new
So please don't provoke me cause I put that on my word too
Moved out the hood, when I come back I might just skrrt though
Mandem put their boots down cause now we've got youts now
Either man was running from the law or in a shootout
Or on a man's block, I'll kick the four and knock a tooth out
I thought I beat three off but I only knocked two out
I'll get his car washed, I'll jet spray his whole roof out
Jump back in the car, high five and then we move out
Your name starts calling all because you got drew out
And then it goes left, you might hear that man flew out
Jailhouse, welcome to the wing, all the mandem new
Make sense of this ting cause I'm hawking man in twos
I was on the fours giving orders to the twos
At one stage I was giving orders to the screws
See monkeys on the bars like you walked into the zoo
If you talk tough, I just give the order and that's you
Everybody wan' stand up but can't handle their bang up
Be real with yourself, if you want out then put your hand up
Cause nuff man are good parents, never got drag up
Everybody's gang up till their bredrin gets stab up
And your other friend was there but he did nothing but stand up
Now there's trouble in your camp and nobody wants to man up
Now they're preeing each other, tell me how can that add up?
I never took a bad up or raised the white flag up
I just take out my .44 spinners and zip the bag up
Miss them days with the olders, the bus was getting tag up
I can't even talk to my man, he a sore liar
Keep him at arms reach, don't wanna go to war iyah
I used to get that yay, yeah that raw fire
Oz's of that white but that lethal B was more fire
I ain't glorifying this life or adding extras
I'm changed now but my past life, it was treacherous
Never went uni, can't tell you bout no lectures
I was with the goonies, I could tell you bout stretchers
Don't know about Wii and bout that Game Boy Tetris
Never had a nine-to-five, getting up for breakfast
Tell you bout a nine of white, send it up to Stechford
You tryna be a bad boy? I grew up in the trenches
Before a hand ting was expensive
I don't know about WhatsApp, I'm too used to texting
You see why I only deal with real G's
Next tip you in the T, focus on your P, bruck a Z quick
Where would you be without I? You ain't ex shit
Pull up in a S3, RS death wish
Better chill, man he take a L, that's a death kiss
Used to give out the D, now none of them can F this

[Verse 2]
We get down on the ends
We make the pounds, we hold rounds in the skeng
We clap the beef, we get down on the ends
Crack is more than brown on the ends
But brown is worse than crack on the ends
So I'm pitching like rugby on the ends
Chilling where the thugs be on the ends
Where the nine mill or the snub be on the ends
It's all real, I'm strapped on the ends
Full clip and the MAC on the ends
I'll blow your heart out of your back on the ends
I'm back on the ends, I ride with a skeng
Before I bang out I get high with the skeng
Like this could be the last time with the skeng
So know yourself in the ends cause R.A.'s never been a prick
Broken niggas from broken homes
Baseball bats and broken phones
Them man there just grind to the bone
Rob daily, always with the chrome
Them man there are real to the bone
Break the rules and I'll break your nose
Blood's all running from your broken nose
When we go studio, twenty man goes
This is rider music
If you don't ride or bang this ain't your music
This is how we do shit
Bare man wanna grab the nine and do shit
Some are real, some are even seen with two spit
I've seen the .45 Remington do shit
Man wanna ride like "I wanna do shit"
Give him the gun, he's like "How do you use it?"
What you know about being on the block?
And pitching to the fiends that's living off the rocks
What you know about jail? Soap in a sock
I'll buss your head and ride it, broke on the block
What you know about waps when they cock?
I'm blasting a man for his big boy watch
Bring through the clips, the sticks, the shots
Ran through the raids, the cribs, the blocks
Recently man start sound like me to me
But they could never compete with me
Nah they can't beef with me
I'm in beef where niggas wanna beat at me
But I don't sleep, I keep the heat with me
And that shit sleeps with me
I'll buss my ting, they can't buss like me
Cause I've been greazy since I was young
Thirteen's the first year I bought a gun
Eighteen, I clapped it off and caught me one
We got real guns and faulty ones
Repeat my bars, I'll ride past in a car
I'll beat the nine star and leave your life scarred
You can't live the life I live, the way I live the life I live is hard
I was in jail with man that were facing life behind bars
I put my life in my bars, hear how it sounds in the car
Time to ride, I put my life in the car
No strap then you'll get a knife in your heart
Forget the dog, you'll see the nine when it barks
I'm in the hood, I'm firing sparks
Surrounded with nothing but lions and sharks
Reason that R.A. talks greazy
I've been through shit, believe me
Fly the P.O. with no stick, easy
We've got cats on the phone like "Feed me"
So gun talk is my language
Black stars, don't be a part of the sandwich
Don't be a part of something that you don't want part of
Or you might end up part of
R.A. back again
Daily I roll with the mash again
And I don't wanna go pen again
Cah if I go pen I'll lose the skeng and I'll be pissed