Fredo, S Finesse Beats, Mason X Beats - Daily Duppy lyrics
Fredo [Marvin William Bailey] Mozart Estate, Kilburn London, England 🇬🇧
[Fredo, S Finesse Beats, Mason X Beats - Daily Duppy lyrics]
Little Fred out there really hittin’ licks
By fifteen, he’s locked in jail but no
One didn’t visit him it’s cool though
'cause most of his friends were
Still in school though
But he thought a knife and bike was
Really cooler than some school clothes
Chasin' money young, yeah
My teachers and my school knows
I was livin' with my OG’s
Used to tell their mum
"My school’s closed" picture this
Niggas slippin’ on their blocks
For Insta pics we pull up with the smoke
Let it blow and now your picture's ripped
Me and mine was broke with
Hopes of coke fixing it i was broke
'til I got coke and put mix in it
She knows I’m risky, risking it
Got my wrist in, whisking it
I’m either mashin' works on little
Pricks or I’m assisting it
Slice a nigga’s chest and watch it ooze
Like there’s a cyst in it
I get three hundred thousand a
Album and a Insta pic
Been seeing man grinding for some years
Just for the pinky drip
Niggas had their eye on it
He lost it in the blink of it
Yo, I don’t even think
When I come to think of it forget Titanic
I got enough ice on to sink the ship
Bitches wanna fuck me quick
They don’t even need to drink a bit
Rule number one: don’t drive no cars
Without no tints on it
I know why they hate and lie
It’s clear to see they’re mad at me
I got so many hoes
I need to donate some to charity
Fredo started rapping with a buss
Down and a real chain
Them man didn’t even have no
Money till the deal came
You dropped twenty on your wrist
You need a better freezer
That’s the kinda money me and
Mine go bet on Fifa
Bruddas acting like it’s beef but
They look sorta dumb
They don’t pull up 'round here
I got more beef with my daughter's mum
My Rolex and gelato, the same number
They're both 41
I been in the hood all day today
My niggas call me dumb
But if I stopped goin'
Then I’m knowing the love will all be done
I don’t wanna change or stay the same
It is an awkward one
Picture that, now all I got’s these pics
I want my niggas back
Girls say they love me, it isn’t that
I steal their heart then give it back
I’m responsible for everything
That’s popping here
Niggas ask for shit, don’t wanna hear
What would you do if I wasn’t here?
Rest in peace my nigga Muscle
You made me drop a tear
Two rambos up in Harvey Nichols, no
We don’t shop in fear
And I don’t blame them lame bruddas
For watchin' what we do
‘Cause if I was you lame bruddas
I’d be copying me too
Why would I ever marry a hoe?
So she can get bored
Take half of my pattern and go? No
Crazy bro, I was in jail
Hearing me on the radio
Didn’t know if I would make it home but
Life is what you make it though
Even though I’m seein' this crazy money
I know they want the crazy freestyle
They been waiting on me
My youngens sliding every night, yeah
They try daily duppy
Hundred 'round my neck and I won’t let
No one take it from me
Straight in like that, yeah?
Ahh, let's go again
Made mistakes in my life and
It needs a rewind but then again
When I check these the reasons I'm out here
When I was broke, they couldn't see me
Them people was blind now I’m up
Everyone seems to be seein' me fine
Bad on my own, they only move in a herd
Last time I checked, pussy boy
You was a nerd whistle on this new stick
Is how we move on the curb lil' prick
We put the stick here on do not disturb
Men lie, women lie but them numbers are real
So the opps must be lying
‘cause their numbers are nil
You can’t name one man that
You done in the field
But you got hundreds of tracks
Spittin’ nothin’ but drill
Any time I’m spittin’
They know it’s nothin’ but real i’m so lit
Girls are always tryna come in some heels
But you look silly dressed up when
You're just coming to chill
I’m tryna fuck you on the sofa
Then run up a mill'
Little Troy got a twenty
Shit is fuckin’ for real
Anytime his Mum ask, I gotta cover them bills
Got skills in the pot, whipped a hundred ml’s
Niggas start to think my left
Wrist must’ve come from Brazil
I done brought a couple man in to the party
But they ain’t here to party
You play? Then they're coming to drill
If niggas think that I ain’t gang
No more and I’m a rapper
Come test me and you’ll find out
That I’m one of them still
Two sticks in the whip, no bamboo
Even Usain Bolt would lose track of
All them hoes I ran through
You niggas doing loads
There’s not much that I’d do for hoes
Most I bought a bitch was Hakkasan
And a Uber home i’m doin' festivals
Them man are doing tuna rolls
We're the teachers of the drip
Gotta tutor loads lost my dargie and I know
That he ain’t coming back
If you lose your jewels by my dawgs
We don’t run it back
I swear it’s hard to be a boss
I just lost Muscle
I feel like part of me is lost if I could
I swear I’d probably have
An argument with God
I know you got your reasons
I’m in my feelings, i don’t understand
Dotz died before he even was a fucking man
My step dad caught an M
There ain’t no coming back but before this
I already was my brother’s dad
That’s how it goes when your
People wanna fuck with crack
Then the feds wanna send my niggas to pen
When deep down
We all know the real villains is them
Why start taking crack? It
Just poisons estates
I thought that people gotta live with
All the choices they made
We don’t force them to call
They been callin' for days
And you can lock me up, cool
They’ll just be calling my mates
It’s safe to say
When shotters getting more than a rapist case
How can I abide by the law
Or what the labour says?
I feel them guys in suit's got
All these laws tailor made
'Cause they might touch a kid but they
Won't never touch a razor blade
Where I’m from, there’s not one
We had to make a way
Started with some fast food
The T is like a takeaway
Straight from the block
We could go away for years
And no one here can’t be taking the spot
Came from poverty so I bought
A buss down watch and a box before I ever
Thought about buying any property
I gotta give it honestly
That’s why my niggas honour me
Feds might as well make a Instagram
How they follow me
My young niggas stab you up, you’re dead
Probably
‘Cause they're walking 'round with machetes
That’s made for doner meat
Yo, they're actin’, the love is just cheap
And that’s why that shit there
Don’t mean nothing to me
I’m getting six figures now
Just to go jump on a beat
So this my last freestyle ‘cause
I do nothin' for free
Yo S, you finessed this one, you know