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letra de daily duppy - french the kid

[intro]
i remember the days i was out with the cats
weren’t born for that trap but i done that…
french

[verse 1]
i remember the days i was out with the cats
weren’t born for that trap but i done that stuff
nowadays i be out with a part and a fade yet the gally think i’m large and buff
i guess life can get hard and tough
but you gotta break through cah the hardest does
i was out on the main, cold nights in the rain, with some fiends and that fairydust
all them fiends with the fairytales, i don’t care, stop lying about the way it started
it’s a shame what you are but you came to the car for the crack, not a chat and departed
we got a gauge with a gun and a cartridge, sh-t blasted, i got away from the…
like why the f-ck did i pass it? should’ve glassed him and got away from the target
now i got this one ting all on my line, sh-t i feel quite busy, had to bell her back later
all that mad sh-t i did for my paper, i was out on the grind with some militant majors
all them rats in the street yeah i hate them, i couldn’t rate them, they some menacing traitors
i get money off streams anyway, i don’t care care about the days i was doing up labour
connais toutes les belles senoritas viens contantine on fume toute la weed
ou sinon j’ai une belle latina s’appelle christina fume toute la reefa
i don’t care about the money anymore, ’til my mummy’s in a porsche [?]
i don’t care about these fame looking wh0res, only came to the door when i’m up, not your average

[hook]
mes freres la famille, mes freres la mafiosa
elle veut f-ck avec la team
be chasing my dream to money like sosa
tony montana, yeah
j’espere que tu nous connaissais
j’ai un gun dans la main pour te pardonner
j’espere que tu nous connaissais
j’ai un gun dans la main pour te pardonner
mes freres la famille, mes freres la mafiosa
elle veut f-ck avec la team
be chasing my dream to money like sosa
tony montana, yeah
j’espere que tu nous connaissais
j’ai un gun dans la main pour te pardonner
j’espere que tu nous connaissais
j’ai un gun dans la main pour te pardonner
[verse 3]
i’ve been riding with my brothers since the day i f-cking started this
devil left him with mental issues, he’s still part of this
he’s part of me, daddy f-cking left, mummy still believed
it’s lucifer that’s running from the sunlight when the dark proceeds
i’m fighting all these demons in my head just like my brother did
know i’ll die before i f-cking snitch, i learned that from a kid
me, my brothers and i would be riding on these silly pr-cks
tryna understand why they keep coming back, we made for this
i’ll favour this, i just f-cked your b-tch and made her pay for this
i don’t care about no f-cking label ’til they label this
it’s that real, this jungle nutty bro you’ll get k!lled
blood spilled from this asian blade, we’ve got that stained steel
and every single day bro i’ve been grinding sh-t
[?] dancing with the devil, f-ck i’m kinda lit
all this liquor got me thinking ’bout them times we dipped
sitting in that caravan just thinking ways to dead that pr-ck
and sh-t just ain’t the same, i need to fly away
the only f-cking boost up in my head is ged’s alive today
you know the feeling when your auntie’s not breathing
overdosing in your arms and you ain’t got no f-cking time to pray
and g that’s r.i.p fasia so today my cuzzy’s chasing up his dream until the sky turns grey
still i was trapping at a youngen, must’ve thought i was cool until them olders took my life away
so i tried take their lives away
sell me dreams, you must be mad, i’ll take your life today
i’m no k!ller but my mind was getting bigger and my heart was getting colder in this little f-cking game i play
i was only fifteen, conversating with some fiends
still i be chasing up my dream
contemplating while i’m lean
and while i stack lots
bro was in that trap moving crack rocks
i was bunking off school, meeting mummy next to trap spots
and bro she never had a clue
ged i don’t wanna be like me cah i just wanna be like you
g, it all started, we was young
me and my brother tryna have some fun
knew that we was different, by age fifteen i could shoot a gun
don’t try ask me where i got it from, i couldn’t tell
just know that all my older brothers friends are mostly clientele
ask my cousin about all the nutty sh-t i’ve done
sending him pictures of all these waps i had g, i was dumb
i was dumb but also young so didn’t f-cking care
but now that i think of it, moving countries answered all my prayers
france was good but also bad ’cause i was moving it
trust me, i ain’t talking about no…when i say moving sh-t
i watched sn-tch, i watched reservoir dogs
we was brothers in arms ’cause we had weapons from cod
french

- french the kid

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