Lyrics Daily Duppy, Pt. 2 - Dappy, GRM Daily

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