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Daily Duppy (feat. GRM Daily) (Explicit) - Central Cee/GRM Daily
Composed by：Central Cee

Strip it back huh
You are now listening to Young Chencs
Aight look my flow's unmatched
I talk to myself on my own I'm tapped
Columbus the way I took over the map
Composure women lose that around man
My accountant's monthly fee's a grand
They don't wanna see me and Ybeeez expand
I got a got a strategic plan
I'm a big man now I gotta feed the fam
Serious now it's not a joke
Live Yours not a gang it's more like a cult
Big boy Ranges Vogue not Evoque
White G-Wagon I ride like the pope
Girls stressed that they can't get a hold of me no more
GRM nominations I got four awards
Ten-point lead my team got the scoreboard
Cench he a warlord only want more gore
I don't know many that done it like man
MDMA same colour as man
Bare blue ticks in my DM requests
Got bare bad Bs that I ain't holler back
I f**ked famous tings that I've wanked over
Huh I bust that nut into existence
If I get a feeling that you're fugazi
I'm trustin' my gut and my instinct
True colours show when they see a man blow they switch
What the f**k was I thinkin'
For the love of my siblings man I gotta double my income
Better yet triple it
Wobble it wiggle it swallowin' dribblin'
Jobless IG modelin'
I saw you commentin' squabblin' I don't do politics
I heard your tape it don't sound too promisin'
Need me a
Need me a crib same road as Abramovich
Undies right on my arse I ain't panickin'
Stand up tall for my rights I'm an activist
Pen game come like .45 calibre
Stress I'll manage it strong mentality
Almost fell off and lost my sanity
'Course I'm plannin' it causin' an anarchy
Psycho hangin' him put 'em in a gallery
I got label execs tryna sway me
I'm tryna f**k on the A&R lady
M's on the paper can't persuade me
I've got a blueprint similar to JAY-Z
I'm matchin' the car with the Rollie
I've got the same pattern as Pastor Tobi huh
R.I.P. Marcus Garvey the Babylon can't control me nah
Remainin' calm through the madness
Flex and a man get jacked no cactus
Mixtape dropped but it's more like chapter
My shooter in the six is sort of like a Raptor
I don't know why you though that you could hack this
Send a man up to the north of the atlas
I was manifestin' a kilo
I'm breakin' the law with the law of attraction
And this beat from Cash not from YouTube
These rappers never been paid
They get a lil' famous spend all their bands
They spend the whole f**kin' advance
These rubbed out stars keep f**kin' their fans huh
It's a bit different for me
If I had it my way my bae wouldn't know me
But no matter what country I'm in
The females there all know who I am
My gang's not a play-play ting
It's a serious type of organisation
We need the type of wealth
That'll stay in the world for a few generations
They doing whatever just to go viral
Some internet sensation rappers
Big man on the net just b***hin'
I swear that they're agin' backwards
I just got the pendant full of baguettes
I feel like Frank when he put on the mink
They plottin' I'm not surprised
I've been broke too I know how they think
You inherited dough we inherited debt
So I gotta catch up I'm behind on the rent
What you know about takin' risks
Kept my last five bags and declined an M
A lot of man came and went
I might do the same get out of here sooner
Fake my death like 2Pac move out the fam to a crib in Cuba
They wanna see a man go out like Biggie
But I ain't ready to die
They saying that time is money
I got some money ain't got any time
Don't be a f**kin' fool and put your family's life in jeopardy
They ain't makin' it out of the hood
It ain't hard to find my enemies uh
I gotta watch what I say these days
It's long now I'm a celebrity
I don't wanna chit-chat
If it ain't 'bout money please don't message me
My ting clear uh look in my rear
And I don't see a single soul
Should've seen what we did with snow
Had London like we was in North Pole uh
Done with these Insta h*es uh tryna get the kid exposed uh
Didn't wanna link me though
When the bag weren't there and the whip was old
Cench I got a distinctive flow huh
Tour life out of the country
Truth be told I ain't missin' home
Told the kids to stay in school
They ain't hearin' that they just hit the roads
Pavin' the way for the mandem
I come back down to uplift my bros
'Fore I leave my guys I'll slit my throat nah
Can't mix pleasure with business but this A&R lady's fire
Gotta keep this one quiet gotta deny it she might get fired
As long as your p***y's tight
I don't care who you f**ked on prior
Chasin' bags not b***hes
Which is the reason that my eyes look tired
We get paid to go to the club the f**k
You think that we're there for fun
You know that you're in for some serious head
When she puts her hair in a bun
I can't look at them man the same
I've seen them lie and swear on their mums
Go to the hood and show some love
Just spent 3K on Air Force Ones
Me and Wadz were sharin' clothes
New J's just dropped got two pairs each
Two-bed flat and it's just for me
Got a room for bro whenever he needs
What d'you mean "Breathe breathe"
Don't tell me to breathe
Bae be yourself with me what you mean it's only me
Don't sell me a dream