J Hus (Daily Duppy 2016)

[Intro]
J Hus
GRM Daily
Daily Duppy

[Verse 1]
Yo, I'm tired of this life
I just caught a Fed chase
Ended up in handcuffs and caught a next case (Next case)
They found the food in the glove compartment
And took all the cash from my mum's apartment
Thank God I got bail again (Bail again)
I left the station, Feds on my tail again
Mulla's on the wheel
Had to tell him put his foot down (His foot down)
My seat all the way back and my hood down (Hood down)
Spin the dutchie, put something in the air (Air)
Blue lights coming from the rear
They say, "Freedom is priceless"
I just wanna free my mind
Dead or in jail, that's no legacy to leave behind (Leave behind)
I can't say you been good for me (Good for me)
Ain't nothing good in the hood for me
Tell my real G's I stay bangin' for ya
I can't roll without my tool, it's the paranoia
Posted on the block in the cold weather
Banging for the ends like we don't know better
Like mummy didn't raise us with morals
We ain't strangers to struggle
Grip this dotty with no leather (No leather)
Beefing over biscuit crumbs
I can't talk about them ooting's
But I witnessed some
If I could choose any life
I wouldn't pick this one
And mummy always knew she had a gifted son, mm
Young rebels with no olders
Damn, I got devils on both shoulders
Who told you that this life was amazing
Stuck on probation with no qualifications
The roads ain't cool, they must of told you otherwise
Trust me, I'm innocent but only in my mother's eyes
And I know that she shed a couple tears
I was sixteen, I thought I'd be dead a couple years, uh
Chilling on the ends with no money
Big fat pole, I heard them niggas wanna roll on me (Roll on me)
All these death threats
And I don't even know donny
And if I ever let my mum down, I'm so sorry
I was broke for too long
So I started juggin'
Hell's kitchen, same place that beef started cooking
Pass me a plate, and pass me the salad cream
And tell me why I always die when I'm having dreams
I had a dream that my mother had to bury me (Bury me)
I got rolled on by the enemy (Enemy)
They turnt J Hus to a memory
My niggas never rid for me
It's like they nah remember me, uh
So I guess I'm on my lowly sun
Nuff' man have been there before
I ain't the only one
Listening to case, when I'm thinking bout' life
I'm only with her for the night
So why she talking 'bout wife? Uh

[Outro]
J Hus
GRM Daily Duppy
Hasta la baby