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letra de daily duppy - jordan

[verse 1]
been on meets, seen kids get splattered
13, seen rkid with the macerz
i’m the one that trackered the trappers
jacked the jackers and clapped at the clappers
so i don’t give a f-ck if you’ve done mazza’s
i roll with kids that’ve done…
before i made a song, had nuff hammers
i don’t like guys bro, f-ck rappers
just last week done another nappin’
proved my point, now i’m done chattin’
everybody knows what the f-ck happened
this clouts a disease, all i see is jealousy and greed
i don’t fit in on the music scene
thе games getting run by f-ckin’ geeks
what the f-cks going on? somеbody’s gotta speak
somebody’s gotta speak
i ain’t in this race, don’t wanna compete
don’t want the most followers, want the most streams
i’m in my own land going at my own speed cos i’ll end up whacking one of these geeks
these little kids, they ain’t even lived
about chicks n’ drip and now they whip and they dip
one minute they’re blood, next minute they’re crip
i see through alla that sh-t
seen em all on vids saying f-ck where they live
how could i respect these divs?
i don’t care who you shot, don’t care what you did
i can see it in your eyes, you’re a little b-tch
about opp blocks n’ dot dots, they don’t know what’s what
they don’t know what top cost
they ain’t seen a mans whole head get popped off
two smoking barrels like lock stock
i went to the door and i knock knock then i pop shots
all the roads that i’ve locked off
i know these racist pr-cks don’t like me cos i’m lively, big fat white pikey
i’m in salford everyday, come find me
i know these racist pr-cks don’t like me cos i’m lively, big fat white pikey
jocks strapped up and he schemes in glasgow
paddy’s in derry, ready to let straps blow
all around the uk they play my tracks bro
before they go n’ bang poles, we’re on the way to slap road
fans say my music puts em in graft mode
cos they know i’ve lit up more streets than a lampost
yeah i’m banned from my home town
cos i f-ckin’ banged up my whole town
and i still get temptations like motown to go door to door like [?]
blow rounds, leave the hoe f-ckin’ place smoked out
[verse 2]
mums are soldiers, dads were jokers
crack smokers left us homeless
[?] until they rehome us
how you put up with that sh-t, i don’t know mum
ever had nowhere to sleep and had to roam the street
ever had nothing to eat and had to starve and freeze
ever been evicted and seen your ma on her knees
single mum, 7 kids in her car, no heat
bro this sh-ts too deep, some things i can’t speak
i’d die on my feet before i live on my knees
9 grand up front, 6 months on the keys
next day, 9 grand, went and fixed up my t–th
bro i blew 20 qui and wasn’t home all week
who the f-ck comes home like me?
its either prison cells or the baddest ap’s
all or nothing, there ain’t no in between
i used to have an old john, now my things got a beam
had a lot of friends, now they’re nowhere to be seen
operation gulf took em all off the scene
bro my dad was a fiend, i’ve got crack in my genes
you ever l!cked graft after graft? didn’t cop
whipped half a job of tops and it didn’t wash
been point blank range and it didn’t pop
had your grafter sn-tched, took a big loss
prosecutor tellin’ the jury that you’re the big boss
dreamed of home, woke up in jail p-ssed off
dropped a mission when you knew that its hot
wanted a man dead, no matter what it cost
got years, smile cos you knew what the risk was
banged at a screw and got l!cked with his cosh
done 3 months solitary in that sh-t block
i stood in crown court, [?] as a kid
looking judges in their eyes with a grin as they give me 2 years
3 years, 6 and now sh-t
i never let em see me down, never let em win
i just take it on the chin cos i was raised in the bin
getting blazed on the wing
all the cages i’ve been, situations i was in
razor blades through skin, seg was making me slim
had a riot in the farms, throwing weights in the gym
screws stamped me with their boots, my face stained with a print
two days, no water, didn’t offer me a drink
had to burst pipes on dirt bikes to earn stripes
13, curbside
14, i served time
for the very first time school of crooks learnt crime
got out and slapped a robbery on my first night
but from young i accepted this life that is hectic, my brothers was in jail
my dad died, suicide was his exit
by 9 i’d been arrested
too young for charge, i was reckless
bro i didn’t give a f-ck, i was wigging screws up
ask ry n’ mac how i split mr hughes nut
two shanks cheeked, i be tooled up
screws get geared up to move us
rushed me with their shields, i was bruised up
15 years old in the block with my blues plugged
mums are soldiers, dads were jokers
crack smokers left us homeless
[?] until they rehome us
how you put up with that sh-t, i don’t know mum
mums are soldiers, dads were jokers
crack smokers left us homeless
[?] until they rehome us
how you put up with that sh-t, i don’t know mum

- jordan

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