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Daily Duppy
Arthur Yo, on my mama, that shit hard, Dizzy It used to be, fifty for flights, now, it's, five stars, Dubai I
been, sitting in flights thinking 'bout all the
times I
spent Getting it right, yeah, I've been getting right I'm still getting right I'm hearing voices in my head Now I
tell them to voice record me when I'm speaking I'm hearing voices I
can hear all these voices, yo I
made a
choice, I
got my voice, I
made a
sound, I'm making noise Epic Ferrari cutting through like it's a
Porsche I
just hope my family's proud of me, I
became a
monster and never had no helping hand So much gun smoke in the
air How the
fuck did I
make it here? We solve our problems with revolvers Go fetch the
stick, we need a
bulldog They tried to close the
door, I
went and broke the
doorframe They think I'm tapped, what makes you think I'll leak my own tape Let the
leakers leak this shit, coming like cocaine Turn this hot summer day into a
cold day Heater to your face and push it back like it was nose spray Caskets turning cases, niggas praying it's a
cold case Charlie Brown, my niggas get it in both ways I'm so indie, I'll rock your shell like it's Coldplay I
need Lizzo, I
don't really need a
soulmate Oliver's twisted, they came in asking for more flake Can I
have some more please? Sniff it 'til his nose bleed His daughter's sick, but he's loving the
way the
raw taste He spent his money, it's Christmas time, but all she's getting is a
sorry Santa ain't coming, he too busy billing snowmen Nah, it's getting cold, she has no hope left, yeah, hm First half got me, jump in the
car with me, I'm singing harmonies, man, you always arguin'? Give me my crown, king of town, I
made a
sound, I
did my family proud I
worked too many years, they gave him until he's home Day-Dates, no more Datejust Rolls These revolvers came in, the
wrist froze She was my first love You ever seen a
queen taking her shirt off? I
have a
thing for piling money to first floor Why do niggas tell the
truth and they get perc'd off, the
worst part, they way I'm living, I
was worse off Why do the
cleanest hearts always have the
worst past? This life I
live, I
wanna show you where it's hurts most In my DM's, said you need since my first song, it worked out Hooyo's second, got her worst child, I'm turnt now I
lift myself, I
watch the
workout, third round I
see the
future with my mask on, mask off Don't need a
feature, I
got it all in by myself, I'm going all in 1AM, we argue 'til the
morning Don't ask me why I
weren't calling In the
Cullinan, I'm riding 'round uno I
want my life to be mine again, baby, yeah This lifestyle's fucked and it's driving me crazy, yeah And I
can't sleep when you're not in my room, if you call my phone, I'll spin the
Benz through And when you're at home, just call me And when you alone, just phone me One night with me, make you feel brand new, ooh, ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm Fumes on the
beat Lxcid, this beat brazy I
got a
short temper, keep a
tool, get it? Short 'cause it's it's tall I
lost some friends, I
had we was cool, they tried to snake me, act like I'm fool Still in the
ends, it's business as usual, I
watched the
dealer turn into a
user I
seen a
scammer have it all and lose it, make it back, but lost it in his head Money is evil, never knew the
meaning, you're snaky from the
way that you dress Keep it on me when I'm in Amiri 'cause all this money in it, I'ma spend it I
can't really trust a
soul, I
put it on my pole Still ducking the
constable, my driver on parole He'd be sat doing jail time if this vehicle wasn't high performance Took a
left, you better do it fast, the
vehicle's going past, looking like informers Lean pouring on my left, I
got around two litres sitting in this Sprite I
seen a
fiend injecting his neck, I
took a
sip of lean and now I'm feeling night Pour up, we sip this shit like, so what? PTSD, it's so fucked I
watched these niggas grow up, brother's burying brothers Cousins are beefing cousins, aunties and grieving mothers We still gon' beef each other, still keep a
stick with bullets .38's, .45's, we turned on revolvers For all the
time my hooyo would warn us, should've listened, I
knew you were informing, never listened, should've known you a
snitch Open clases, closing cases on niggas He say, she say, you a
bitch My other nigga blind, he walk with a
stick Both of these .38s, keep on revolving, I'm like a
cowboy riding these horses Wraith's Entertainment, live for the
moment, counted us up, but now they involved us Whose them 'Malis in them jamming foreigns? We going hard for our little brothers Shoutout my marj for keeping me humble, give my all and everything I
got I
remember when they all forgot, I
weren't getting nothing, I
weren't stressing nothing Where's all this hate gone? Turned into love, I
pray my paigons turn into dust How can I
ever be CEO if I
can't take it like a
boss? I'm having one-on-one's with the
Lord, now I
just pray for those we lost We move, gangsters around me, they shoot Life full of drugs and abuse I'm from a
place where you're right, I
won't show you methods we used We our the
own ones bringing us down, if I
had a
say, I'd free up the
town Break all these chains, I'm saying it now Free my niggas, pray they all coming out Ooh-ooh, we keep a
stick with these jewels Look at these drugs we abused Made me so heartless, don't need no feature 'cause I'm an artist They've already tod you that I'm the
hardest out Don't show me a
deal unless it's large amounts, over and out, mm
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