Slim - Daily Duppy lyrics
[Slim - Daily Duppy lyrics]
(The genius King Wizard)
And yo I can't cry over spit milk
They said "Free the boy Slim, he's the real deal"
Yeah, I used to run off with packs and tell em' shit happens
Yo it's kinda different when you're raised by some kidnappers
I know a liar when I see one
Slim I'm just praying for a clean run, the truth is I need one
I'm getting tired of dodging jakes and switching phones
Once you get the bird or hit the run it starts hitting home
Like who loves you, who don't?
Who will put in work and who won't?
Shit tell me, I'm from a place yo where anything goes
Yeah he's hard and he's charting but he's never did road
I can't concern myself in business that ain't mine
Been gangster getting 25, I tell you that ain't life
I need to put myself first
I sit down and listen to advice cah' there's lessons I ain't learnt
And you could say that them old niggas turnt washed
The truth is they turnt off, they weren't tryna get birded off
And who wants to take a risk?
If I never had music, I'd have came home to take a trip
Cause' I got hustle in my blood, hard graft in my DNA
And .32 autos in my gun, yeah
Man they say it's all love but I don't see you when I need you
So to me it's all a front, yo
You never know how this shit turns out
I'll leave the whip burnt out tryna pitch those clowns, yeah
You ever seen a leopard change spots?
Pushing crack out my driver side window like it ain't hot
I'm sweating buckets in the winter like it ain't cold
There ain't a drug that I ain't sold, yo
You ever been a young nigga that felt old?
Spent half a decade sitting in a cell but it ain't home
And having money don't make you gangster
I set it on that yute on camera, then done my bang up
They wanna talk about mental health
Yo them years in the cell definitely never helped
And yo I can't dwell over past times
About how I used to build hard lines
And turn my phone on about half five
Yo slip my sliders on, get my grinding on
And clear a couple grand by half nine
And this the life I live
And yo you ain't no kind of man if you don't stand by your kids
And you'd appreciate the hustle
And understand the struggle if you had to grind like this
And yo now that the summers done
Let's see if these runners come
And get these phone lines ripping
And yo I could have come through in drip
But I came through blacked out gripping my stick
Looking like a villain, shit
They fascinated how I came up
Toothbrush melted to my razor
That's ultimate danger, yeah
When I was young I chopped so many pebs up
It was time to be the man and I stepped up
Who's tryna step out? .32 autos getting pressed out
Their raps and their facts don't check out
Yeah, they're saying real raps dead
I'll go and put some music money into bricks and go flip my bread
Yo I'll get rich or I'll die trying
Or I'll make a hit and I'll die supplying
Feeling like Marlo in The Wire
Sending drivers with bricks in the tire
Then I'll hit the strip myself in some different attire
As a kid I liked grinding in the cold weather
I cut a brick brick up, then cut a prick up with the same wetter
And I can tell you bout' what I was used to
Yo serving off a sofa, getting 30 for a 2-on-2
And look, man I know how it goes
Every year, not back from parole and just living off hope
I came home and this year everybody's getting rich
It's either that or I live my life in and out the bin
And yo I can't cry over spit milk
They said "Free the boy Slim, he's the real deal"
Yeah, I used to run off with packs and tell em' shit happens
Yo it's kinda different when you're raised by some kidnappers
I know a liar when I see one
Slim I'm just praying for a clean run, the truth is I need one
I'm getting tired of dodging jakes and switching phones
Once you get the bird or hit the run it starts hitting home
Like who loves you, who don't?
Who will put in work and who won't?
Shit tell me, I'm from a place yo where anything goes
Yeah he's hard and he's charting but he's never did road
I can't concern myself in business that ain't mine
Been gangster getting 25, I tell you that ain't life
I need to put myself first
I sit down and listen to advice cah' there's lessons I ain't learnt
And you could say that them old niggas turnt washed
The truth is they turnt off, they weren't tryna get birded off
And who wants to take a risk?
If I never had music, I'd have came home to take a trip
Cause' I got hustle in my blood, hard graft in my DNA
And .32 autos in my gun, yeah
Man they say it's all love but I don't see you when I need you
So to me it's all a front, yo
You never know how this shit turns out
I'll leave the whip burnt out tryna pitch those clowns, yeah
You ever seen a leopard change spots?
Pushing crack out my driver side window like it ain't hot
I'm sweating buckets in the winter like it ain't cold
There ain't a drug that I ain't sold, yo
You ever been a young nigga that felt old?
Spent half a decade sitting in a cell but it ain't home
And having money don't make you gangster
I set it on that yute on camera, then done my bang up
They wanna talk about mental health
Yo them years in the cell definitely never helped
And yo I can't dwell over past times
About how I used to build hard lines
And turn my phone on about half five
Yo slip my sliders on, get my grinding on
And clear a couple grand by half nine
And this the life I live
And yo you ain't no kind of man if you don't stand by your kids
And you'd appreciate the hustle
And understand the struggle if you had to grind like this
And yo now that the summers done
Let's see if these runners come
And get these phone lines ripping
And yo I could have come through in drip
But I came through blacked out gripping my stick
Looking like a villain, shit
They fascinated how I came up
Toothbrush melted to my razor
That's ultimate danger, yeah
When I was young I chopped so many pebs up
It was time to be the man and I stepped up
Who's tryna step out? .32 autos getting pressed out
Their raps and their facts don't check out
Yeah, they're saying real raps dead
I'll go and put some music money into bricks and go flip my bread
Yo I'll get rich or I'll die trying
Or I'll make a hit and I'll die supplying
Feeling like Marlo in The Wire
Sending drivers with bricks in the tire
Then I'll hit the strip myself in some different attire
As a kid I liked grinding in the cold weather
I cut a brick brick up, then cut a prick up with the same wetter
And I can tell you bout' what I was used to
Yo serving off a sofa, getting 30 for a 2-on-2
And look, man I know how it goes
Every year, not back from parole and just living off hope
I came home and this year everybody's getting rich
It's either that or I live my life in and out the bin