GRM Daily - Daily Duppy lyrics

[Part 1] [Intro] (You are now listening to Young Chencs) Strip it back, huh Aight, look [Verse] My flow’s unmatched I talk to myself on my own, I’m tapped Columbus, the way I took over the map Composure, women lose that around man My accountant’s monthly fee’s a grand They don’t wanna see me and Ybeeez expand I got a— got a strategic plan I’m a big man now, I gotta feed the fam Serious, now, it’s not a joke Live Yours not a gang, it’s more like a cult Big boy Ranges, Rover, not Vogue Ride G-Wagon white like the Pope Girls stressed that they can’t get a hold of me no more GRM nominations, I got four awards Ten-point lead, my team got the scoreboard Cench, he a warlord, only want more gore I don’t know many that done it like man MDMA, same colour as man Bare blue ticks in my DM requests Got bare bad Bs that I ain’t holler back I fu*ked famous tings that I’ve wa*ked over Huh, I bust that nut into existence If I get a feeling that you’re fugazi I’m trustin’ my gut and my instinct True colours show when they see a man blow, they switch What the fu*k was I thinkin’? For the love of my siblings, man, I gotta double my income Better yet, triple it Wobble it, wiggle it, swallowin’, dribblin’ Jobless, IG modelin’ I saw you commentin’, squabblin’, I don’t do politics I heard your tape, it don’t sound too promisin’ Need me a— Need me a crib same road as Abramovich Undies right on my arse, I ain’t panickin’ Stand up tall for my rights, I’m an activist Pen game come like .45 calibre Stress, I’ll manage it, strong mentality Almost fell off and lost my sanity ‘Course I’m plannin’ it, causin’ an anarchy Psycho, hangin’ him put ’em in a gallery I got label execs tryna sway me I’m tryna fu*k on the A&R lady M’s on the paper, can’t persuade me I’ve got a blueprint similar to JAY-Z I’m matchin’ the car with the Rollie I’ve got the same pattern as Pastor Tobi, huh R.I.P. Marcus Garvey, the Babylon can’t control me, nah Remainin’ calm through the madness Flex and a man get jacked, no cactus Mixtape dropped, but it’s more like chapter My shooter in the six is sort of like a Raptor I don’t know why you though that you could hack this Send a man up to the north of the atlas I was manifestin’ a kilo, I’m breakin’ the law with the law of attraction [Part 2] [Intro] (And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube) [Verse] These rappers never been paid, they get a lil’ famous, spend all their bands They spend the whole fu*kin’ advance These rubbed out stars keep fu*kin’ their fans, huh It’s a bit different for me, if I had it my way, my bae wouldn’t know me But no matter what country I’m in, the females there all know who I am My gang’s not a play-play ting, it’s a serious type of organisation We need the type of wealth that’ll stay in the world for a few generations They doing whatever just to go viral, some internet sensation rappers Big man on the net just b*tchin’, I swear that they’re agin’ backwards I just got the pendant full of baguettes, I feel like Frank when he put on the mink They plottin’, I’m not surprised, I’ve been broke too, I know how they think You inherited dough, we inherited debt, so I gotta catch up, I’m behind on the rent What you know about takin’ risks? ‘Cause I lost five bags and declined an M A lot of man came and went I might do the same, get out of here sooner Fake my death like 2Pac, move out the fam to a crib in Cuba They wanna see a man go out like Biggie, but I ain’t ready to die They saying that time is money, I got some money, ain’t got any time Don’t be a fu*kin’ fool and put your family’s life in jeopardy They ain’t makin’ it out of the hood, it ain’t hard to find my enemies, uh I gotta watch what I say these days, it’s long now, I’m a celebrity I don’t wanna chit-chat, If it ain’t ’bout money, please dont message me My ting clear, uh Look in my rear, and I don’t see a single soul Should’ve seen what we did with snow, had London like we was in North Pole, uh Done with these Insta hoes, uh, tryna get the kid exposed, uh Didn’t wanna link me though, and the bag wasn’t there, and the whip was old Cench, I got a distinctive flow, uh Tour life out of the country, truth be told, I ain’t missin’ home Told the kids to stay in school, they ain’t hearin’ that, they just hit the roads Pavin’ the way for the mandem, I come back down to uplift my bros ‘Fore I leave my guys, I’ll slit my throat, nah Can’t mix pleasure with business, but this A&R lady’s fire Gotta keep this one quiet, gotta deny it, she might get fired As long as your pussy’s tight, I don’t care who you fu*ked on prior Chasin’ bags, not b*tches, which is the reason that my eyes look tired We get paid to go to the club, the fu*k? You think that we’re there for fun? You know that you’re in for some serious head when she puts her hair in a bun I can’t look at them man the same, I’ve seen them lie and swear on their mums Go to the hood and show some love, just spent 3k on Air Force 1s Me and Wadz were sharin’ clothes, new J’s just dropped, got two pairs each Two-bed flat, and it’s just for me, got a room for bro whenever he needs What d’you mean, “Breathe, breathe”? Don’t tell me to breathe Bae, be yourself with me, what you mean it’s only me? Don’t sell me a dream