Potter Payper - Daily Duppy lyrics

I know man who done things
And now the fear haunts 'em
When he was young and he was
Riding with that George Foreman
And he was sitting down the block donny
Pure boredom I'm telling you my life story
This ain't Piers Morgan
Positive thoughts See I was young and
I was lost for this cause
Remember Ricky got robbed for his jewels
Remember I was getting schooled
By some crooks
And that was back when I was grinding
I weren't hitting no shoobs
I know my nan done the best that she could
But, I was out here
And I was moving dirty in the hood
Ask a kitty man
They'll tell you I was certie with budge
But thats enough of that
Sorry, I got paper on my mind
'Cause, I done lost a lot of time
And I will never get that money back
Something loud on me let me bust a pack
I be smoking bags
Hopping out of something flash
And I don't just do it man
I do it with panache
I be chilling with some akhs
Any problems it's khalas
But, I don't need the agg
Rather kick it with a yat
Slim ting she got a back
Something I just wanna grab
I'm a Belvedere boy
Probably drinking like a stag
Crown court sport
I ain't trialing in no mag
Potter think he bad Potter
Been a blagger man, I'm talking armed blags
Where I'm froms the gutter man
Bucket full of crabs
Bottom of the barrel it's dirty
This Jimmy Saville heart all on my sleeve
Starving couldn't breath
Four white, 3B, conversations with a fiend
Danny Zuko I got Greeze
Bet they wish they woke the beast
I got nothing for a jezzy
I got nothing for Police
I got something for a wig
Leave your family bereaved
Tell me darg you ever grieved?
Living how I'm living
Man it'll have you on your deen
You meet the woman of your
Dreams, and you be Adam, getting Eve'd
Yeah honey nice and she be
Thicker than some thieves
But back to how I get it
I be bagging up in Steves
Flying down the A13
Man I was weighing 28's at like age 13
And I got conny on the heavy load
Thats word to KB man, I still serve 'em
I still beat 'em never get complacent man
It's proper or it's decent
Hate you when your broke
I bet they hate you when your eating
A youngens on tag and every
Night he keeps breaching
But, I was just the same
So how the fuck I'm gone teach him?
Little girl pregnant, Mum speeched
Her to keep it
They're all caught up in this street shit
(They're all caught up in this street shit)
But, you got to take
Positive from the negative
That jailhouse day is so repetetive
And you don't see the problem
Cause everybody's selling it
And everyone around you's on
Some sort of benefit it's a sad day when you
Can't even trust your relative
I've got trust issues (trust issues)
Community's thriving off of drug misuse
You see the things your
Serving, you sleep in
It kind of fucks with you
So you use that weed smoke
To try and uplift you, cloud nine
Now they wanna hear me
Shit well it's about time
I'm Robin Thicke these blurred lines
Got me thinking this ain't Pharrel
I was out there to make it sell
My bruddas was there with me
Through the worst time
I'm Russian Roulette-ing with my liberty
Still I'm on to any type
Of dough in my vicinity
They trap like it's fashion
I got respect for those who haven't
'Cause nothing good from selling misery