Daily Duppy (feat. GRM Daily)

(That's Jojo)
Yo, look

They didn't think I'd go twice, I said, "me neither"
The game died and these rap niggas need a leader
Sent in a drone with the heat seeker
Looks like the roads still hotter than a chicken tikka

But the game's lukewarm, like a cheap freezer
Album mode and I'm the GBD releaser
GBH on my record, fuck a meat clever
I'm from Manny where they're callin' man the beekeeper

When his leg got broke, he didn't have to ask
Turned up at the gaff before, his leg was in a plaster cast
Knocked him and his teeth out, and then I had to dash
I dread being locked up like I'm a Rasta man
Infamous one, raised in the six one
I'm in the gym, so there's no drink in my system
I think I'm him, in my garden, I built a fountain
He's not a king, he's a man that fell from a mountain

Not gonna lie, I was shook when he pulled the 'chete out
I really could've pissed my pants, but I was young, okay?
But on the cul-de-sac, I nearly wigged him with the axe
But that's how payback works in the slums, okay?
Even though I'm polite, I'm not signed
So I just pick up my pen and say what's on my mind
And I can't lie my dark side
I been thinking, "chin him on the red carpet", my guy

There's a storm incoming, let me drop gear to third
Still can't believe that he thinks it's his bird
If she flew the nest and settled with another pigeon
Give her back to the streets, she's built for the curb
I got the bible on my back, scriptures written on my chest
They thought I was written off, they didn't know I'm blessed
I don't know how to rectify disrespect
I'm back on a rampage like a man possessed

I was on the call, I let them talk
When I heard the proposition, I had to pause
I said, "I'm in my prime, I'm on the ball"
If Floyd really wants to fight, I'll walk the walk
Get the contract ting or forgive me if I sin
I'm seein' vivid images of me breaking another chin
When they broke into mine, I could just see crown court in my mind
When it's on, there's no back peddlin'

Oh, I'm getting carried away, carried away
They came to the crib on smoke and got carried away
I've been single three years, in the beginning of May
I'm a defiant one now, I feel like Jimmy and Dre
Studied the Mafia, how'd you think I got my name?
I watched documentary after documentary
If a pussy hole brings up my wordplay
Just tell him that my flows hot and cold like a peppermint tea

My flows hot and cold like a peppermint
God given me a second wind
I'm six foot, but psychologically a Nephilim
There's no three wise men in the hood
The hood's never been like Bethlehem
You're looking at the last of a dying breed
They can't send the twins for me, I'm not Siamese
Like I've not been studying my strategies
Like I'm not intelligent enough to see a thief

Like I don't hear all the whispers
There's envy on the block and it gets heated like the Philippines
They caught man lackin', but they didn't have the Wap
I really should've smashed him into smithereens (oh, ah)
When he got out the can, he was full of beans
Put it on my toes in the cold, let me set the scene
Have you ever seen a road full of villains?
There's a handful of killers in the criminal fraternity

When he was gettin' calls off the murder squad
I swear to God, I was askin' him if we could share the heat
He took me on a robbery, his mate started stabbin' up the guy
He nearly turned it to a murder scene
He was starin' at me in the club, but when I seen him in the bits
I ran him down, you should've heard the scream
I heard my uncle broke a man's back
So when I licked him with the bat I was really tryna catch him clean

He gave my mate's mum a black eye
So I hit him with the hammer, lucky that she intervened
Hustle in my blood, I've got gangster in my genes
You know you're wrappin' up when you hear the screech
When you fall off, they'll try and suck your blood
But you can't hate the jungle, that's the nature of a leech (woof)
They said he made proper money in his day
But I still wonder if he's really chillin' on a beach (woof)

Do you reckon he'll forgive me for my sins?
Tupac wondered if there was a heaven for a G
Who's that in the grass? Anacondas in the street
Move fast 'cause it could end up in you instead of me
I'll come back for you, he said he's gone to get the blade
Durag with a stab-proof underneath my tee
I'll come back for you, he was a KSI fight, who's that?
Let me show man we're not scared of beef

Paranoia gets annoying when you're poppin' (ah)
They're not your friend, they wanna see you in a coffin (ah)
I have to keep it triple G like I'm Golovkin (ah)
Now I drop twenty in Amiri, that's a little bit of shoppin' (hey)

They didn't think I'd go twice, I said, "Me neither"
The game died and these rap niggas need a leader
Sent in a drone with the heat seeker
Looks like the roads still hotter than a chicken tikka

But the game's lukewarm, like a cheap freezer
Album mode and I'm the GBD releaser
GBH on my record, fuck a meat clever
I'm from Manny, now they're calling man the beekeeper (ay)

Fuckin' Bugzy Malone
Daily Duppy, '24
Year of the Great British Dream
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