Daily Duppy, Pt. 2 - Dappy, GRM Daily

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