Daily Duppy

Huh.

-I ain't sayin' sorry like a typo. -Nah.

I put the digits in iPhones. Bet I went puttin' the fingy in my home.

You cannot -level with me, I'm in my zone. -No way.

Yes, I went mad, I was under attack. Demons had me but then God took me back.

Now I'm livin' in light, tryna navigate that.

Tommy doin' no juju, he turned to a cat. Nobody gets it, nobody is listenin'. Nobody sees what I want for myself.

-Big Ls.

-Sometimes we outgrow each other, it is what it is. I ain't fake, so I'm wishin' 'em well.

And this nigga tapped but he phone for a mission. I'm bored and my boots have been stuck on the shelf.

I -looked in the mirror and I seen myself. -I know.

Told him link me but bring me in half of the wealth.

I want the money, I need all -the money, I need me a pattern. -ASAP now.

I got anxious at the beef.

When I looked for my Gs, all they told me was- -Tame it down. -Don't post me on Instagram, take it down.

My name rings, not a vacant sound. Miss me out of the gossip, I'm changin' now.

I fell off, Tommy, when I'm the face all now.

-Ooh.

-Face of the scene, they get gassed when -they see me. -Ah.

Five two and pretty and raw like sashimi.

He bought me a drink in the club, I was shakin' my butt. Don't remember his name, call him Fingy. Since abstinent livin',

I'm makin' a killin'. In somebody story, I'm defo the villain.

I put down the pills, can't relate to the kittens.

God bless all the people that prayed for my -sinnin'. -Yeah.

-I'm sat in the dark thinkin', "Why me? " -Ow.

-This Cali blunt got me Chinese. -Ah.

I hear the voices, they're talkin' behind me.

Never look back unless it's at my -hind. -Like bwah.

-Way back then when I never had backbone. -Grr.

Violated in school and go back home. Till I got me a Shaver's and trap phone.

Hittin' his T like I done got a gat blown. #Dattime, anywhere, any gun.

I get gassed like a kid, I ain't twenty-one. And if he said he's on route, then he better come.

-I ain't givin' out trust to a anyone. -Nah.

I don't give a S-H-I-T. I ain't runnin' you down for shit when I'm the shit.

I want the baller so I take the risk.

And I knew it was fake when he changed for the -figs. -Yeah.

I ain't sayin' sorry like a. . . I ain't sayin' sorry, I ain't sayin' sorry.

I ain't sayin' sorry like a typo. I ain't sayin' sorry, I ain't sayin' sorry.

I ain't sayin' sorry like a typo. I ain't sayin' sorry, I ain't sayin' sorry.

I ain't sayin' sorry like a typo.

Mm, -nah. Turn that up.

-Look, I'm tough, you tough, he tough, we -tough. I'm rough, he rough, I'm lit. -That's right.

-I get gassed like a groupie bitch. -Yes.

When a mandem tell me a boy got hit.

When they say I'm on job, I'm slidin' for bro -sake. -Of course.

No, I don't want a piece, want a whole cake.

Hit in your face with a brush, this -ain't Colgate. -Oh.

When I ain't comfy, go back to my old ways.

-Grr. -I could talk on a million things.

I could -have me a million tings if I wanted to. -You're lactose.

I ain't down to make friends when in solitude.

Gave you them niggas, they still -never wanted you. -Oh.

I got the aura, the face, and the swagger.

-Uh-huh. -Was it five? Nah, it could've been Jagger.

Broke up with my ex 'cause the guy was a blagger.

-Bye. -I need millions, B, I need me some lager.

-Huh. -Uh-huh.

-Oh shit, I mean lag. -Yeah.

-Workin' for things that I never did have. -Uh, uh.

-He got the fingy on clutch in his bag. -Big bags.

Move left and you might get stabbed. Everyone hates me, I don't know what for.

Got this ting complainin' 'bout his knocked door.

When I get lit with the guys, know we pop doors. So we go out with some readies and cop more.

-Okay. -Fourteen when I first chilled in a bando.

-Ay, ay. -Fifteen years when a boy got hit.

-Ay, ay, ay. -Sixteen years when I said that I'm mod.

-I'm mod.

-And I'm still reppin' Nod like it's blue on a Crip.

I ain't on lock if it ain't by a nigga who's really on job and don't give me the ick. Spinnin' the block like I paid off a kiss.

Told her come out her -yard and she wasn't on piss. -Okay.

It is what it is, told him fuck what it was.

-Uh. -Fuck what it could be and fuck it because-

Uh.

Even when you stay the realest, the niggas'll turn on you like you just beat on a dog. Beat in her face like I'm workin' a Mac.

-Grr, grr, grr. -I pray to God, send me from the attack.

Yeah, I'm mixed with a lot, but my skin color's Black.

-Uh-huh. -Bro, pass me the lighter and rizz.

I'ma -strap that, strap this. -Uh-huh.

-He got wet, not baptized. -Ow.

I can show you where the cats live. Zando, homie been attacked, kid.

-Yeah. -Anything, anywhere, anyone.

-Uh-huh. -Anytime, any gun.

-That's right. -Any drug, any spot.

-That's right. -Any crime.

Even if you hit me up and I can't get there every time. I can always pattern it how I go dumb on every rhyme.

-P-R-I-N-C-E-S-S me. -That's right.

-Don't envy, don't come and stress me. -Yeah.

-I'm with the mandem and they respect me. -Yeah.

-I can get why they envy T. -Yeah.

Zando's art is Zando's diligent. One out of one, now he sayin' I'm different.

Lurkin' the night, so you gotta be vigilant.

Back again now and it's brilliant. Strap that, strap this. He got wet, not baptized.

I can show you where the cats live. Zando, homie been attacked, kid. Strap that, strap this.

He got wet, not baptized. I can show you where the cats live.

Zando, homie been attacked, kid.