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Daily Duppy
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Fredo
Featuring(s) : GRM Daily
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(Mason) Picture this, little Fred out there really hittin' licks By fifteen, he's locked in jail but no one didn't visit him It's cool though, 'cause most of his friends were still in school though But he thought a knife and bike was really cooler than some school clothes Chasin' money young, yeah, my teachers and my school knows I was livin' with my OG's, used to tell their mum, "My school's closed" Picture this, niggas slippin' on their blocks for Insta pics We pull up with the smoke, let it blow and now your picture's ripped Me and mine was broke with hopes of coke fixing it I was broke, till I got coke and put mix in it She knows I'm risky risking it, got my wrist in, whisking it I'm either mashin' works on little pricks or I'm assisting it Slice a nigga's chest and watch it ooze like there's a cyst in it I get three hundred thousand an album and a Insta pic Been seeing man grinding for some years just for the pinky drip Niggas had their eye on it, he lost it in the blink of it Yo, I don't even think, when I come to think of it Forget Titanic, I got enough ice on to sink the ship Bitches wanna f*ck me quick, they don't even need to drink a bit Rule number one: don't drive no cars without no tints on it I know why they hate and lie, it's clear to see they're mad at me I got so many hoes, I need to donate some to charity Fredo started rapping with a bust down and a real chain Them man didn't even have no money till the deal came You dropped twenty on your wrist, you need a better freezer That's the kinda money me and mine go bet on Fifa Bruddas acting like it's beef but they look sorta dumb They don't pull up 'round here, I got more beef with my daughter's mum My Rolex and gelato, the same number, they're both 41 I been in the hood all day today, my niggas call me dumb But if I stopped goin', then I'm knowing the love will all be done I don't wanna change or stay the same, it is an awkward one Picture that, now all I got's these pics, I want my niggas back Girls say they love me, it isn't that I steal their heart then give it back I'm responsible for everything that's popping here Niggas ask for shit, don't wanna hear What would you do if I wasn't here? Rest in peace my nigga Muscle, you made me drop a tear Two rambos up in Harvey Nichols, no, we don't shop in fear And I don't blame them lame bruddas for watchin' what we do ‘Cause if I was you lame bruddas, I'd be copying me too Why would I ever marry a hoe? So she can get bored, take half of my pattern and go? No Crazy bro, I was in jail, hearing me on the radio Didn't know if I would make it home but life is what you make it though Even though I'm seein' this crazy money I know they want the crazy freestyle, they been waiting on me My youngens sliding every night, yeah, they try daily duppy Hundred 'round my neck and I won't let no one take it from me Straight in like that, yeah? Ahh, let's go again Made mistakes in my life and it needs a rewind But then again, when I check these the reasons I'm out here When I was broke, they couldn't see me, them people was blind Now I'm up, everyone seems to be seein' me fine Bad on my own, they only move in a herd Last time I checked, p*ssy boy, you was a nerd Whistle on this new stick, is how we move on the curb Lil' prick, we put the stick here on do not disturb Men lie, women lie but them numbers are real So the opps must be lying ‘cause their numbers are nil You can't name one man that you done in the field But you got hundreds of tracks, spittin' nothin' but drill Any time I'm spittin', they know it's nothin' but real I'm so lit, girls are always tryna come in some heels But you look silly dressed up when you're just coming to chill I'm tryna f*ck you on the sofa then run up a mill Little Troy got a twenty, shit is f*ckin' for real Anytime his Mum ask, I gotta cover them bills Got skills in the pot, whipped a hundred ml's Niggas start to think my left wrist must've come from Brazil I done brought a couple man in to the party But they ain't here to party You play? Then they're coming to drill If niggas think that I ain't gang no more and I'm a rapper Come test me and you'll find out that I'm one of them still Two sticks in the whip, no bamboo Even Usain Bolt would lose track of all them hoes I ran through You niggas doing loads, there's not much that I'd do for hoes Most I bought a bitch was Hakkasan and a Uber home I'm doin' festivals, them man are doing tuna rolls We're the teachers of the drip, gotta tutor loads Lost my dargie and I know that he ain't coming back If you lose your jewels by my dawgs, we don't run it back I swear it's hard to be a boss I just lost Muscle, I feel like part of me is lost If I could, I swear I'd probably have an argument with God I know you got your reasons, I'm in my feelings, I don't understand Dotz died before he even was a f*cking man My step dad caught an M, there ain't no coming back But before this, I already was my brother's dad That's how it goes when your people wanna f*ck with crack Then the feds wanna send my niggas to pen When deep down, we all know the real villains is them Why start taking crack? It just poisons estates I thought that people gotta live with all the choices they made We don't force them to call, they been callin' for days And you can lock me up, cool, they'll just be calling my mates It's safe to say, when shotters getting more than a rapist case How can I abide by the law or what the labour says? I feel them guys in suits got all these laws tailor made 'Cause they might touch a kid but they won't never touch a razor blade Where I'm from, there's not one, we had to make a way Started with some fast food, the T is like a takeaway Straight from the block We could go away for years And no one here can't be taking the spot Came from poverty so I bought a bust down watch And a box before I ever thought about buying any property I gotta give it honestly, that's why my niggas honour me Feds might as well make a Instagram, how they follow me My young niggas stab you up, you're dead, probably ‘Cause they're walking 'round with machetes that's made for doner meat Yo, they're actin', the love is just cheap And that's why that shit there don't mean nothing to me I'm getting six figures now, just to go jump on a beat So this my last freestyle ‘cause I do nothin' for free Yo S, you finessed this one, you know
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