Lyrics Daily Duppy - KnuckS, GRM Daily

Daily Duppy

Is it hiding or a hiatus?
Fork and a knife, I had the pie waiting
Got trust in my akhs, kinda like Jason
Road ties, I know some low lives in high places
I’m a Nige baby, Mum and Daddy migrated
Now with the movers and the shakers, man are vibrating
So they can’t even diss like us if they tried hating
You riding with the best man like Sanaa Lathan
So many want a name, so many try make it
So many did the patient ting until they died waiting
The game will teach you how to spit and how to eye greatness
But now this pupil gettin' bigger like I’m dilated
Dreamin' 'bout a house out in Venice
Show the same dream to all my ounce selling gennas
Making dirty money for a pouch and Margielas
On an outing for miles, I’m around filthy fellas
But I’m more like the poet, safe to say I rap more
True you don’t know him, but maybe have his back more
When we make mistakes, we lose our pages and our platform
Still waiting for some news on Katie I can clap for
Take it through the back door, put it in the four door
Defend it like the back four, stash it in the floorboards
Ex is sending texts like «I think that you should call more»
She’ll do anything just for the ring like she from Mordor
But my time precious and my mind precious
Add it up then minus it, but I’m digressing
Kelly nearly had me rolling in some dilemmas
Went to link her out South, outside her house was five breddas
But why am I stressing?
Destiny’s child drowning in divine blessing
Learnt from my lessons
Hit the iMessage, «I'm outside of the crib»
While these man out here are wylin' how they vibe to my shit
That’s it
You lot thought I was done?
Run the next ting
Part 2
(No days off)
Yo
It’s like every turning there’s trouble and it’s just a struggle, I know, I know
But bro, do you know that I love you?
And that’s why I bug you to slow your roll
Ain’t checked you enough but you ain’t pickin' up when I phone your phone
I think the line’s engaged, can’t hear what you’re saying, hello?
Hello?
They say «No man is an island» but my mind feels like the Isle of Man
But I step where I wanna, I got three legs like the island’s flag
You can’t tell man about postcode and the popo got their eyes on man
Keep thinking I’m on obbo, that’s why I take long all the times you rang
Still think 'bout the day man picked up the weight like exercise
Ain’t' no chest and tris, try Pyrex and cess and white
I see them man are all eating, I’m tryna get P’s in, I’m next in line
Now she showing my breast and thighs, brodie, I’m trying my best, it’s live
I swear I told you 'bout that passa at that party last week, was a mazza
Goosed when a few chatty youts got grab up, some any youts from out of the
manner
Said I’ll catch man on the rebound, obviously I got mine when I leave out
But that’s enough about me now, holler that T, man, I heard 'bout your freestyle
I know that you fuck with the deal but a man’s kinda thrilled now you’re doin'
it solo
Bro trust me, YOLO, make sure you send the video for the promo
Wait, hold on bro, I’m in traffic and some pricks try cut me off in a Polo
Two secs, don’t put down the phone though
(Shit, what you sayin' pussy? Get out the car, bruv)
It’s like every turning there’s trouble and it’s just a struggle, I know, I know
But bro, do you know that I love you?
And that’s why I bug you to slow your roll
Ain’t checked you enough but you ain’t pickin' up when I phone your phone
I think the line’s engaged, can’t hear what you’re saying, hello?
Hello?