Scorcher - Daily Duppy | GRM Daily lyrics

I was on free flow you was on wing
You was on voluntary I was on gym
You was on blue phone I was on mash
11 months straight that I had the same Zancs
You were putting names in the box
Me and my bruddas want the names in the box
I was on my way to my 13th nicking this year
And on basic and I just came from the block

If you had face bait like mine, pussy
You wouldn't be in the mix like me
You wouldn't be on 4 on 3 like me
You'll be up north with the freaks and neeks
Man a real life wire brudda mind out, my
Normies don't lie you can find out
You in a pool full of sharks brudda climb out
It's all Ribena they gonna wipe down (yeah)

What you know bout
Patterning a toothbrush into a dipperz?
What you know bout
Barricading with the mirror and the slippers?
Fights in the landing scuffs in a cell
Gassed up Govs wanna run for the bell
I ain't on a gang ting but when I step
Alot of bruddas round mine
Get sucked in aswell

High point chattin on the mash with a badderz
Night Govs den come around with
The scanners I been swung
A bag of times so you know that mans paro
I don't watch nuttin from the
Pot of my borough
Sleep in the morning I'm all night rangin
5 nights and then we come
And do the same ting
Tell him put me on basic
I got rice anyway and cats wanna take it

Green ting and I got the paper
Six sheets fam I had a great run
And told me take some
£30 canteen before the days done imma
Extra brudda I got extra ways
So you know they had to
Give a brudda extra days
I don't ever follow fashion man
Set the pace I
Got bare likkle bruddas I could send for days

(yeah)

So what you know bout badness? I
Been thru a whole lotta madness
I hid sticks in the cereal Os in the mattress
Tell the young boys go for the practice
Go get a name for yourself there's my man
Now go get a chain for yourself
Tell I ain't rating his belt
And when you done that aswell look

I'm back bigger backs bigger my abs thicker
Got my top off lookin like dat nigga
If there's a problem we
Ain't gotta chat nigga
I can guarantee the works get mash quicker
Drastic, major we melt plastic then
Put razors in it you get slashed in the face
That'll raise ya skin up
Better put pressure on it till
They lace the shit up
It gets messy, blood on your nice clothes
Tell that to your mates when you write home
You ain't gotta ask how I make my dough
You know the whole of the jail blow my crow
We ain't getting high in a no fly zone
Tell a brudda it's a no rice zone (Hahahaa)