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Daily Duppy 2
(Buckroll) You need to ask about him I
don't dance with no devil akh, I
dance around him If you announce suttin, you can't un-announce it I
bought a
hundred bag kettle and I
can't pronounce it Got a
bunch of weed growing out a
bunch of houses I
tried to keep it quiet but the
gang just shouting In a
hundred nights, Dirty made a
hundred thousand And my small fists have laid out a
couple bouncers Small fists have laid out a
couple bouncers Selling caine out your toilet while the
club is bouncing You was in the
room revising I
wasn't just in this gang, I
was supervising Feds chased me by the
river, by the
Thames Told my jigga "No games", fuck a
prison I'm scuba diving They dipped my brother out, he in Cuba grinding At the
shows, they don't know where my shooters hiding Certain man are fake, too conniving I
put the
weed in the
Prius, make the
Uber drive it Before I
knew the
law my akh, I
knew the
vikings Before I
buy the
diamond, haffi zoom inside it I
just opened up a
jewellery shop, 57 We can source a
rare watch in like fifty seconds If your guap is right, I
can sell the
watch to you Way below the
Trotters price, cutting through Rotherhithe I
told Neenz that he ain't going back to trapping We gon' make it happen akhi, we done moves like Hatton I'm so original, Bricky boy criminal I
made forty racks on my ped, on my provisional Rollie so iced out, it don't even tell time I
got the
Rollie trade price, straight outta Tel's Time As a
young'un I
was strapped in the
arcade Nothing ain't changed, I'm strapped in The
Arcade Grew up with gun bussers and bud abusers A
cold heart, a
cold blood what my heart producing Two hunna miles from home, two man up loosen We feel safe at the
show, I
Snap the
deuce in When you're really bad, it's hard improving Said I'm too real for rap, let me start producing Speeding down the
M's, I
ain't into cruising But grown man don't need introducing Haffi even odds, trap line's beating off Feel like I
don't sleep enough, if you see me in the
dance I
ain't tryna shake a
leg, I'm tryna shake demon off Mama told me "Get a
job", I
was tryna get a
Glock Bro's tryna get an opp, shoot him through the
letterbox Broski in jail, he just wrote a
man a
letter cuz Shit's getting hard, I
said shit it'll get better cuz Heard your mum's sick, I'ma check her till she's better cuz I
come up in the
coldest summers, grinding in my oldest runners For the
love of bread, I'm sweating like them Polish plumbers In a
load of traps and I'm tryna get a
load of numbers You gotta get it cah this world, it don't owe you nothing When I
was sweating in that sweat box You was with a
sket or worse, sitting on your desktop Summer like the
winter, everyday and I'm chasing funds I'm with Bello getting bells or I'm exchanging guns Cold summers so better get your umbrellas When the
thunder clap, gonna leave your brudda undeveloped Couple man are scared and I
know they're hiding under dressers They just over chat but really they just under pressure Wah di bumbaclaat, me I
let the
thunder spark Turn 'em to mechanics when I
bang it, they was under cars If the
music died then I'm cropping it The
first time I
seen a
brudda die, I
never vomited Honestly, akhi's gone missing and I
miss akh Sticks like miswak, I
ain't got no six-pack Bought a
wap for every pack missing, that's six waps I
don't do this riffraff and I
don't do no chitchat Two corn like Tic Tac, I
need a
break like KitKat And Dirty's got them big dreams but he don't take no big naps Me I
need to kick back, I
think I
need to sit back I'm tired of this TikTok, make the
clock tick back I
can spend a
hard day, me and devil part ways Buss down now, on this kettle that's a
Pave I'm tired of this gang stuff, giving man a
heartache Tired of this trans stuff, shoving it in our face I
come on the A
side, still I
try to pray five Akh you gotta take time, I'm tired of this gay pride Hit him with some straight pride, heard it through the
grapevine Bought a
nine for like nine akhi, and it takes nine Plus I
keep one in the
head so it takes ten So I
can let ten out the
nine, does it make sense? You see the
real, they wouldn't televise that If your hustle ever died, I
beg you energise that You can't jeopardise man, I
haffi exercise facts Quran that's my soul, I
need to memorise that The
music never died, I'm just stopping it The
first time I
seen a
brudda die, I
never vomited
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