Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Daily Duppy, Pt. 2 , by - Dappy. Release date: 11.11.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Daily Duppy, Pt. 2 |
| We crush the pain away and dash it in a Rizla |
| Sometimes you’ve gotta sit and thank the Lord you made it this far |
| If you’ve got love for me then you’re my brudda, you’re my sister |
| You ain’t gotta ask twice, loyalty ain’t got a price |
| If the cake was running out I would share my last slice |
| Lil bro be out here telling me «This trapping shit be like a disease» |
| He hungry for the money, he ain’t eaten for weeks |
| His mama be on the grind, she be stressing for P’s |
| And he’s allergic to the swine so he’s dodging police |
| And lockdown 2020 had nuff man livid |
| Trapped in a box, no more visits |
| I was climbing then I fell but then I ended up winning |
| I had to take a couple L’s before I learned all my lessons |
| And all sinning comes with drama |
| Tried to keep it in but I couldn’t cause of karma, word to my mama |
| Can’t be judging man just off a persona |
| I’ve got a devil and an angel and they beef on my shoulder |
| So when you see me in the DM’s and I’m going ham |
| It’s cause I’ll turn up on a hater face-to-face and on the Gram |
| They hate you when you’re popping but they love you in a coffin |
| Let’s give 'em the flowers now, not when man are in the ground |
| Life works in mysterious ways |
| One day you’re here, the next you’re buried away |
| No one knows their face |
| Shit will never be the same though, you gotta let the pain go |
| Thank God we live to fight another day |
| We crush the pain away and dash it in a Rizla |
| Sometimes you’ve gotta sit and thank the Lord you made it this far |
| If you’ve got love for me then you’re my brudda, you’re my sister |
| You ain’t gotta ask twice, loyalty ain’t got a price |
| If the cake was running out I would share my last slice |
| Kids be out here on the streets and they’re bussing their whistle |
| Whilst the kids be overseas, stay ducking from missiles |
| Man in a suit be out here tryna cover their plans |
| With blood on their hands |
| While they’re the ones funding the missiles |
| How am I supposed to trust when the man that’s in position |
| Keeps fucking up the system? |
| Still we live to fight another day |
| We crush the pain away and dash it in a Rizla |
| Sometimes you’ve gotta sit and thank the Lord you made it this far |
| If you’ve got love for me then you’re my brudda, you’re my sister |
| You ain’t gotta ask twice, loyalty ain’t got a price |
| If the cake was running out I would share my last slice |