letra de daily duppy pt 1 - sj & grm daily
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whats your biggest regret, how many n-ggas you cheffed
how many hamme5rs you pressed, how many b-tches you get
that’s the questions i get asked but i don’t listen to them
whats the point, i’m doin’ life ’cause n-ggas started to vent
i’m from the o, blud it ain’t rocket science
they tryna search me but i’m not compliant
i know the answers but i keep it silent
i’m a tiger, i am not a lion
i got black stripes, ask the streets if i’m f-ckin’ lyin’ then i’m f-ckin’ flyin’
i got people dissin’ me from a distance, it ain’t nothin’ new
caught that n-gga toe to toe, my right hand lеft him black and blue
heard your buddy died so tеll me if it’s true
tell me did you glide on your opps before you hit the booth
brudda tell the f-ckin’ truth, now you’re on the wing like everything is calm
your pagans on the streets, hear his name and start to f-ckin’ laugh
now i’m prayin’ to allah, puttin’ them in my dua’s
my hands for god, the only time i raise my palms
brudda you’re a nerd, you’re p-ssy whipped for pretty little things
you ain’t had to step out in the jail and rumble with the wing
you ain’t had a matic jam, then end up catchin’ on the spin
you ain’t let the trigger go on opps and broke the f-ckin’ pins
stop cappin’ like that, i ain’t rappin’ like that
i’m a driller, knife swinger, i ain’t trappin’ like that
i weren’t rappin’ for a while but brudda bring the mic back
i’m tryna show these drill rappers i can bring the light back
for my sanity, get why they mad at me
i just done a casualty, done it so casually
my brudda caught an opp and turnt that brudda into cali weed
feelin’ like swarmz, they won’t know who’s in this bally g
debatin’ who’s the hardest, i don’t care for the fame
i want my freedom, seven figures and a crib in my name
couldn’t care about no watches, no opps are a chain
these n-ggas dyin’ for that sh-t, that’s why i sat in my lane
(most these n-ggas are lame)
he’s the baddest man alive? aight cool
you really think i care ’bout this sh-t, you’re a fool
misguided, not the brand that gyal are wearin’ on the gram
misguided to the point where i was drillin’ after school
misguided to the point where i thought i knew it all
misguided to the point where i wouldn’t step without a tool
misguided to the point where i was drillin’ after ball
misguided to the point i left him swimmin’ in a pool
and that ain’t half of it, if i said the rest you’d probably laugh a bit
look at me the same or maybe not, see i’m a lost cause
but i understand the reason why i’m jumpin’ like a exhaust
i went to jail, a kid at seventeen, i had to press pause
i failed to be a rapper but, f-ck it though i’ll take a next course
f-ck it though, i’ll take a next route
skinny n-gga in the ‘nasium with his chest out
grm daily, daily duppy, i’ma x out
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