Daily Duppy (Bonus Track)

[Part 1] [Intro] 30 Daily duppy, yo [Verse] Like, why always me? Uh Kinda feel like Mario Balotelli Boy, you're just a student, not the prefect Boy, I don't like your attitude, it's smelly Like, how many times have I stood my ground When these MCs chest up like they ready? I raised that bar, don't forget who's sensei What you want? Arms? Don't forget leg day Grime in my core, uh Like, I know who's dead, it's not grime, listen 2020, I was on my OVO shit, like, trust me, October is mine I hate when these MC's step outta line Fuck a machine, don't care if you're signed To anyone saying they're the kings of anything Trust, that's you lot's kings, not mine Happy birthday me (Yeah) My B-day, you'll get birthday beats (Yeah) Can't lie, I don't really like MCs (No) Catch 22 cah I like MCing Like, listen, I'm a big man but I'm not, yeah Can't spit that one there anymore Man wish that I weren't here anymore But I'm still here, hairlines still at the front of my head They ain't sittin' in my chair anymore Grime scene saviour, we know who that is (Yeah) Every five years, gotta pop up and stop man capping (Uh) Fifteen years, straight snappin' Primary school, I went chess club Fake friend, checkmate, them man cannot outthink me (Never) Hate when I gotta kill an MC in front of everyone, it makes half the scene move kinky (Uh) Actin' like they can't see me, I know they hear me Ain't gotta be a badman for man to fear me They ask what I do for a living, well, touch mic and get lairy I could daily duppy, duppy daily Fuck you, pay me, pay me, fuck you 'cause you crazy Load it, lock it, off the safety Launch the rocket, that's my son but not my baby Stardog, all these spitters are skunked (Licked) Them man couldn't even spin me drunk (Nope) Tryna get high like Bob, not high like Snoop so I'm smokin' sess for lunch Can't have pagans knowing where you sleep (Nope) Trust me, moving house is not cheap (Nope) Me, I get money off lines, not money off a line, so of course I be touchin' the beat You'll get touched, how you mean? Ayy, boy, ya see it? Ya seen? Favourite acronym, "C.R.E.A.M" Them boy there can't fool me, foolery (Mad) Spin an MC out his jewellery Dunno why they think they wanna clash until it's time to clash, this shit is not new to me Fuck gettin' back to the way things were, can't tek man for a used-to-be Cah I love when they tag me in petrol station vids or petrol station pics Yo, pay me, I'll make your petrol station lit Get Shelley and petrol station Chip Governor of this petrol station ting Better stay out my way, this phase I'm in No mercy, I'll piss on the grave you're in Believe that (Brrt), yo Late nights bored in lockdown, reading my YouTube comments and checkin' reaction vids Plus, Two Twos Podcast, dun know, everybody know that I got bars But, but, but some people's opinions seem so biased Gotta get to the bottom of the reasons Probably got a cousin or sister, ex gyal or baby mum I might have been beatin' I jumped in the Add' Lee, the driver looked back and saw me Turned 'round and just turned the radio off It was a pagan playin', told him "I ain't in my feelings, play it" Never been a bum but I'm cheeky Man don't want this graffiti, it's art when it's spraying Fifteen years in this ting, got the thickest of skin, give a fuck what people are sayin' Yeah, you better celebrate that (Mm) Chip turned 30, celebrate that Everyday B-day, where the cake at? [Outro] Yo Yeah, yeah, yeah Pre-order my tape, love [Part 2] [Intro] Yeah [Verse] Fuck, I'm turnin' 30 and it's makin' me sick, G Just thinkin' why I haven't got a wife and a pickney This penthouse is nice, but need a house in the sticks, B, literally They never told me that this rap ting would come with pain It's hard bein' famous when your brothers ain't What would life be like in another lane? You see a rap scene, me, I see the Hunger Games It's Wray Neph' and weed until my stomach aches, uh Like, fuck a city girl when the city's wild Just pedal-biking tryna find my inner child Gangster rap poppin', still ain't no type beat I can't slot in Cah wavy and cool still in style, uh A rock and a hard place, are you in between it? You see, there's good vers' evil and the in-betweeners How many times can Chippy tell you he don't trap? The same amount of times these rappers tell you they sell crack I'm back in my own bag, I plug in my own jack And I'll get my own back cah I got my own back You don't believe in karma, well you should becah it helps Anyone who ever robbed me got it worse from someone else And any gyal who done me dirty, life sucks now If you're a goodun, why'd your baby daddy bust out? I need a God-fearing gyal who's gonna pray for my survival If men are trash, cool, safe, gyal are recycled Sin inside my eyeballs, I need to read The Bible Smokin' on this ital, higher than the Eiffel Tower I'll run out of bars when the sky falls And James Bond is black and Kanan's resurrected in POWER And I ain't even sayin' that I dropped the blueprint But if I drop dead today, I left a lot of music About a penny for my thoughts, I need M's for these bars 'Cause this game would be knackered without my two pence And I ain't got no rap songs 'bout who my knife went in So sorry darg, you might not relate when I'm pennin', but Follow my trail, I'll teach you how to not go to jail But get it from sales, just start when you're younger, it helps And don't smoke skunk if your brain can't hack it 'Cause I've seen broccoli turn man cabbage I've seen good youts just turn savage Sick of gettin' bullied, so he backs it out and shoves it in your stomach Now the hood's fearin' him, that's how it happens Repertoire for badness, he left ketchup on your canvas Trust me, Harringey's a madness And all these quotes are elaborate I've been in the lab with cold Sarsaparilla and a mad spliff '90's babies all came through, but I'm the captain Killin' off my brain cells, I still gotta bill it fam At Black's funeral, just cryin' buckets with Skinnyman Being Black in England, it's like you're born in debt Is there more to life than born, paid bills and dead? Uh I feel like Sway cah I just haven't got the answers My deepest thoughts with two hands on a casket Thinkin' I'm a chief made me paro 'til I fuckin' buy a piece Trust me, I will go to war for my peace Dunno why I still look young, I barely even sleep Forgot it was her B-day, had to blame it on the weed I got an ounce on me, I smoke MCs, bounce on beats You're a king in what castle? You'll get bounced on, B I got smoke for anybody lookin' clout from me As you've seen, dickhead You wanna cheer for someone else, huh? True, I've been here so long and still entering the charts My own peers don't even wanna tell me "Well done" Better wish me "Well done", cah pussy, I ain't well done I don't know why it's called United Kingdom Cah this place ain't united or a kingdom This place don't embrace kids of immigrants unless they're famous You choose, embrace the fake love or die nameless When I get my Sony masters back, I'm up, trust me Own most my other masters, ahk, they can't bump me If I put these all on the wall, it would look lovely But I keep my plaques on the floor cah I'm still hungry Starvin' Marvin', barrin' I was fully here since them boy there wasn't half in It's all fun and games until my pen gets to clarting Cah I was born in marriage but trust, I'm still a bastard with it Nasty lyrics, this is confidence, not narcissism Rarse the riddim, bun it like a zoot from start to finish, uh Like, what you mad about, darg? Guess you mad about bars cah I'm mad about bars