Daily Duppy (Explicit)

Daily Duppy (Explicit) - Slim

Lyrics by：Jonathon Holder/Jordan Williams/Sean Gardner

Produced by：King Wizard/Sean Murdz

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 **** 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

**** 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 **** 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 ** 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

Grind like this

If you had to grind like this

And you'd appreciate the hustle

And understand the struggle

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 ****

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 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

In and out the bin in and out the bin