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Daily Duppy 2
I
know consistency is key but it's hard to stay consistent When you're in the
mix and consistently a G
I'm still dishing out them keys, so I'm sorry if you're missing me on beats Wanna know why I'm missin'? Listen to me, please I
walk around town with enough jewels to change a
nigga's life So I
gotta keep a
pipe that'll take a
nigga's life And all them races on my bike, police chases from the
racist in the
night Now, I'm with my niggas racing in Dubai All I
ever done was trap, then I
changed it to the
mic But this beef'll never change, that shit's engraved into my life I
lost some niggas that I
love, their names engraved into my ice But wait, caught some niggas slipping first, I
made 'em pay the
price When I
was young, never thought I'd be debating on a
price All my youngers ready to go take a
nigga's life And when they take this nigga's life, know I'm breaking them a
slice Turn your block more smokey than Jamaican nigga's nights Are they racist fam? Tryna be funny? Or tryna relate to man? Sixty-year old businessman tryna fist bump me Instead of coming shake my hand like I
ain't the
same as man They judge me in the
meetings before I
even get to say my plan Plus, every time I
hit the
booth, my nigga needs a
rental car My nigga needs some money now My nigga needs a
brick on loose My brother's on the
road to jail and he needs a
home as well Them man just lost a
phone as well, that's another rack to broski's girl You know the
crew's fire, amount of sticks I
lost Could go and fucking start a
huge fire Tryna focus on business and move higher Still gotta drip and show them who's flyer Stuck up on the
road like a
new tyre, you liar Meanwhile, them clowns still tryna speak on my name But between all them lames, them boys ain't never left nutting for us to sleep in the
rain But really rapping 'bout them shootings, find it cheeky and strange You can find me where the
P's to be made Me and my BM started speaking again I
know she shed a
tear when I
had to leave, it was pain But, at least you get to weep in the
Range Sometimes, I
don't see my daughter for couple weeks and it's pain But, if I'm sitting there, every day, my dreams slip away Then I'll be broke and mummy will be acting more funny than she's been when I'm paid G
Dots, it's been a
while since I've been to your grave 'Cause Billy and your brother died, and it's increasing my pain I
feel them streets in my veins, them streets feel it the
same Mum had me at eighteen and she was feeling to blame And mum I'm feeling your pain But my dad could've been there Or a
fed and threat would've been just the
same Thought all I
need is a
chain, now all I
need is a
plane Turned myself to a
business, now it's easy to say Right now, I'm legally and illegally paid So I
could quit rap today, look like I'm streaming away So many hoes that I
pipe, I
don't even know what like I
just know they don't love me, I
need to hold me a
wife So I
can settle down and focus in life Or I'm gonna die alone in this life with just a
whole load of ice Still, the
scariest time is going home in the
night I
gotta keep my eyes so open and wide just in case they get the
lo' on my home And I
didn't know and they tried That's how we got the
lo' on your bro, he had to go to the
sky Every day, this is really how it goes to survive, how it goes in this life How I'm grown, and I
still gotta go with my knife Even when I
fucking go to Dubai, I
only get peace when I'm closing my eyes I
used to only wear designer, now I'm heavy on design Now, when they're asking what my trackie is, I'm telling them "It's mine" I
didn't buy it in no shop, my G, I
get it from my mind I
used to sell my stock in trap houses, now I'm selling it online And you can ask about me in Dubai, I'm quite a
naughty dude It don't matter what year it is, 'cause every year I
pull up to them clubs and I
bring them back to 1942 And every girl in my section, they get in quite a
naughty mood I
got some OGs, bold that got thrown in a
slammer But that's how it can go when you been holding a
hammer Free uncs, last time you was on road, man they didn't have no phones with a
camera Picture that, I
can't stand that Meanwhile, the
feds still tryna take me to prison for the
way that I'm living They're tryna blame me for killings Go to Kick Game with warnings, try staining my image First, it was my mum's house, now they're invading my business While I'm still getting chased by these dirty little girls that never had a
job And think they're worth Birkin and Chanel Then Lil Dots hit me, said a
fan's working in a
jail And if I'm DM him he's due to bring some certi in a
cell, yo I
said so much was worthy for a
Hell But I
kept faith in God, kept working and prevailed My nigga tried to hide the
hate, and once I
couldn't hide the
cake It wasn't working, I
could tell That shit was hurting me as well I
ain't got no game, it's my chain that's does the
flirting with the
girls And I
don't dance, but I
got Cocaine that's twerking on the
scales Everybody got a
story, I
just laid it more real My story was a
sad one, but I
changed it for real My story started in a
small house, exchanging for deals Now the
penthouse got three stories, like Jason Bourne films From the
pain I
ordeal, only way to ease this pain is by making more mills and taking more souls I'm booking visits for Stroll like I'm booking visits for Black's I'm booking visits for LD, I'm booking visits for Babz I'm having meetings with designers, having meetings with stylists Sending money to VD, I'm sending money to Trigz Since I
got with Kick Game, everyone I
know wants a
couple of kicks My jail niggas need one for their chick and then some more for their kids So many real niggas that come on a
list How could I
say, "No" to my brothers when none of them switched? Meanwhile, I
been working on a
couple of hits No music, laid sutting down, we got another one mixed And, I
got ten jibs to find out where another one lives And then we're coming equipped, but we ain't burgling, it's one in your wig Gobis mum turned in a
.38, his mum was a
snitch Damn, my little nigga was the
son of a
bitch My credit was so good, and that's because I
come from the
strip So before I
ever bought a
house, I
put one on the
wrist I
know them streets need Fred's heat back It's like a
battle with myself, it really gets me mad 'Cause if I
focus on rap, I'll be a
deadbeat dad But, if I
focus on being a
dad, I'll lose the
bread we had And if I
don't play my role on the
block, then they'll say I'm acting different But if I
go back too much, then I'll go back to prison My life's full of bad bitches, and bad decisions Rap don't last forever, now I'm tryna handle business 'Cause I
don't focus on these businesses then when this rap finishes I'll be on them interviews talking 'bout some flowers that I'm owed Like, allow it bro, you're old Real hustlers take all their fucking flowers as they grow I'm the
type to make some flowers from the
snow Spending hours at the
stove Now, they give me sixty thousand for a
show I
spend a
hour then I
go, I
spend a
hour with a
ho I
spend a
thousand like a
joke, you niggas sounding like you broke How can I
be a
good rapper, good dad, good businessman, a
good boss, a
nice boyfriend, a
good trapper? I
couldn't do it all even if I
had some powers and a
cape Nah, there just ain't enough hours in a
day I
got the
Gempar, but they said it takes some hours on a
train I
didn't know no one, so I
would go shower with my blade Now, I'm a
first-class Emirates customer You boys ain't never showered on a
plane, I
got a
mountain full of 'Caine My life's gotten hard, now not to be sounding like I'm vain When the
price of a
Lamborghini car is sounding like a
chain Me and nobody in London is sounding like the
same I
never jumped on no one's wave, fam they found me in my lane Now niggas mad at me they're broke, fam that's sounding like the
blame Now, you're sounding like a
lame No one ever gave me nutting, fam, I
found it on the
train Yeah, they thought that he was gutter, so they found him by the
drain Surrounded by the
grain, you know they found it in his brain and bullets in his chest The
streets know we passed every time we're put to the
test Don't invest in no guns, go and put it in a
vest Snatch a
body from his breath, now we're looking for the
next Since 2020 in West, we put it in the
best Three bodies, now we're up to like six AMs But we ain't looking for a
rest Catch him slipping when he's looking for his breakfast I
had half a
million in chains when shh slipped up But I
was drunk, so I
took him for his necklace I
shouldn't, but I'm wreckless She said that she likes me while she's staring and looking at my necklace This dumb little lighty don't even know if she's looking at a
deathwish 'Cause someone's gonna die if they try to take these And someone had to die before I
could even make these That's the
realest shit you'll ever hear, them man had to shed a
tear All the
issues that I
got through make it hard on Fred's career And damn my nigga Woo, I
still can't believe it's true I
still can't believe it's you, first Billy, then you Real talk, I
can't believe it's two Still, it only took a
week or two, pop out like, "Peek-a-boo" Leave a
nigga sleeping, too So, mind out who you're speaking to Mind out where you're sleeping, too Have my shooters creep in through and leave 'em through Last three patterns, no one didn't even get nicked, we didn't leave a
clue This year, I
might grab the
Rolls like I
need a
poo Pull up with a
star, and I
got stars in the
ceiling, too Seven K a
month on the
rent, you should see the
view I
wish Billy could see it too Funny, sometimes I
don't know where this life is leading to Really fam, I
need a
clue But all I
know, them streets are a
myth The
realest niggas get birded, they find God then preach to the
kids About, "This life isn't worth it" All them years in jail must make them guys forget how hard it gets when life isn't working No sex, but you're dreaming to get inside of a
German Went to jail for a
stabbing, came home and done another one, like my knife wasn't learning Now you can a
nine for seven grand, like it's a
Birkin I'm grinding for certain Amount of time that Sav put his knife in a
person, thought my guy was a
surgeon Before Cat and Bambi, all my Lycas were twerking I
been overlapping niggas when it comes to rapping and trapping like the
mic was a
circuit Now the
games full of fucking clowns like it's a
circus It usually takes hoes two years to get tired of me Getting all on side of their cervix 'Til they realise it's more to life like holidays and nice little purses That I
ain't gonna purchase even though she knows I'm nice off these verses And, my ring and watch is three hunna', like Lil Durk is I
make shit go happen in the
flats, you know what happens with them straps while you been capping in your raps If you ain't with this pattern, then move out of the
way All my niggas get it cracking, yours are out here to play They get one chance like minefield 2008 In 2012 my phone was on 2000 a
day Take my niggas out to eat, that's two thousand on steak Tell them boys tryna keep up, they're two hundred thousand and late Everybody's a
shooter, welcome to 2000 and fake Two nights, no cap, sixty thousand and tape Ask my nigga Zeus, straight cash, living proof Nigga, what? Nigga, when? Nigga, who? Tell me who you did it to, you know what me and my niggas really do For my nigga Woo, get it on your door like it's Deliveroo Or that boy we did it to, them niggas must be dumb I
got a
couple businesses, but still my business isn't done That means I'm coming for you niggas, and I'm coming for riches Let me welcome you to this, this is Unfinished Business
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