Daily Duppy

[Intro] Ay J, you know blud Like  Adz would say, "ya'know I'm sayin?" Daily  Duppy Fanatics Yo [Verse] How  long I been rappin'? Chip been snappin' Diss  me, I diss myself better, B-Rabbit Gaucho, I get my steak with some veg' but I never had my beef and came out cabbaged Chip  don't have it, oh, he's savage Pot belly on me, yeah the champs' do damage Best friend moved to LA, said he saw the bigger picture and he ain't on the mic, he trappin' I ain't oblivious to scales in the room Boy  it's piff when I spit off the scale when I boom Big Chip got the wave, you got the plague, I pray please God keep us out the same rooms Cah I'm about the good vibes, good life, tryna have a good time Good guy but tell you what the hood's like You must've thought I'm a do it by the book guy I'ma get the money by rook or crook like I was in the mud, had to climb up for fresh air Why you think it's mic' corn when they step here Chip's gonna run out of bars, not even next year Why is it they wanna see you fall when you get there? Get where? Get here, money or they get aired Text Ash like, "yo fam has the cheque cleared?" Boy I ain't got a leng but I got a pen I make a hundred in a year and only drop ten Niggas can't gun me Raskit like Dizzee, nobody spun me Step correct when I push, gotta love it, haters wan' touch him This chain Cuban, security Russian I ain't taking no chances Stand still, see the diamonds just dancin' Give gyally champagne, more glasses Couple dry mout' gyal just glancin', what drink? Not askin' It's cool babe, hold this Don't drink if your body can't hold it LP, Dom P, I'm on my grown shit You a wifey or thot babe, own it, it's cool, I condone it My mind been zoning, the weed shop that I go stays open I got a few addictions but I'm coping Like, sometimes I wanna quit smoking Nah, fuck that, I'm rolling, I'm fucking bipolar I don't need diagnosing, I own up I love young niggas chatting like olders Cah boy I was twenty one feelin' grown up Now I see the generation gap and how it's fuckin' up the culture Murder me a new rapper, charge it to the culture Ain't no pigeon 'bout to play with this vulture I don't get comfy, pussy I'm kosher, nobody told ya? Uh Been reppin', big spliff, back of the dance, two steppin' Olders and youngers who call man a legend Respect the R9's and CR7's Cah Chip had tek then and got tek now We don't tek' chat, he'll make a boy tek', bow Everyobody claiming thrones, want the top chair Stop it, the scene was poppin' before you got here I just got haters, I ain't got rivals I don't like Christmas, me, I do Guy Fawkes Rap game, washing machine, it's all cycles Niggas should be spittin', they be tryna go viral Newbies going at idols, clinical cycle Been a while, yeah, I seen what time do Married to the game, no homo You wanna do ring? Nigga you'll see what I do I ain't Tyson, I don't bite man, prep up But I'm Tyson, I get knocked down, get up Man know the motto, been cash, man pen up Rap game jarring but I ain't quite fed up I ain't even talkin' 'bout jarring youts When I say fed up, I mean more food I get the pen, start barking tunes Stuck in your head like the Barking tune We don't spark, we bark these zoots They're no bite, we'll bark these yutes Who's the young G that came through with the OG's that can still out bar these yutes Sitting here with this Gelato three five I quit rappin' before I'm three five Your lyrical levels are knee high Can't kick up a beat like... like... rampin'