Daily Duppy - Deno, GRM Daily

It’s like I’m tryna' see everybody win

But nobody don’t wanna' see me win

Drop top top, what I’ve been screaming

Looks like first I gotta' fight demons

Coming from the top, droppin' from ceilings

Lotta' niggas don’t wanna see eating

Listen to the «es they’ve been reading

Everything changes when you see paper

Your biggest hater ain’t even a stranger

Liking my pictures, but I see danger

Too gazey, got me scared to add acres

Makes me wanna' just go on hiatus

One day they say «Yo, what you tellin' me?»

Next day you can see a whole 'nother energy

One day they say «Yo, what you tellin' me?»

Put two eyes on your friend, not your enemy

Hoody on fully when I’m wearing a Goose

Got bait so I had to switch to a Moose

Too many eyes so I had to deduce

Too many eyes so I had to reduce

Make it to the top, that’s all that I wanted

Ain’t even made it, if I’m being honest

Hectic lifestyle, nothing’s a promise

Been too kind, you can take it how you want it

Only seventeen and I mash up the game

I’m here for the bread and the love, not the fame

She claims that she’s been saying no to the D, but still I be hearing she’s

screaming my name

Fuck your respect and fuck what your game is

You ain’t done shit for yourself, but you’re hatin'

Rudeboy, you better go act what your wage is

Go check my status, I don’t need your ratings

Voice to the youth, so we gotta' speak up

Play a bit of Dave or Hus through the speaker

J Hus done said it before: «Big bunda, she in the Bundesliga»

That’s another cheque, that’s another keeper

Mums called Roma, her son’s a leader

Guess I’m a Roman, bit of a spokesman

Young general, call me Julius Caesar

The young G can never get done over

I’m too clued up while you’re hungover

I got my moves up, why’d you think I blew up?

And if you’re talkin' loads, get slumped over

And sometimes I feel like a prick

How did I spend five bags on drip?

Everyone’s saying «Who the hell is this kid?»

Oh, my bad, I get a hell of a kick

Still jugging for my kids, the Fresh Prince is gonna' leave M’s in his will and

that’s real shit

Have a lady who be looking like Jorja whipping in a Porsche, that’s Mr. and Mrs.

Smith

Movie cinematic coming like Brad Pitt (Uh)

Strike three times, I just got a hat-trick (Blud)

Strike four times, got another tactic

Duppy a riddim daily, that’s a madting

The way that I’m hustling, it is so damaging

Racks in the middle the way I be patterning

Got tings calling, hit up my management

Not a relationship, it’s an entanglement

Got some loved ones waiting on me

Place in my heart and they’re staying for free

Got some loved ones staying with me

Still pray for yourself if you’re praying for me

It’s like I’m tryna' see everybody win

But nobody don’t wanna' see me win

Drop top top, what I’ve been dreaming

Looks like first I gotta' fight demons

Coming from the top, droppin' from ceilings

Lotta' niggas don’t wanna see eating

Listen to the «es they’ve been reading

Listen to the «es they’ve been preaching