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Daily Duppy
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Potter Payper
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I know man who done things, and now the fear haunts 'em When he was young and he was riding with that George Foreman And he was sitting down the block donny, pure boredom I'm telling you my life story, this ain't Piers Morgan Positive thoughts; See I was young and I was lost for this cause Remember Ricky got robbed for his jewels Remember I was getting schooled by some crooks And that was back when I was grinding, I weren't hitting no shoobs I know my nan done the best that she could But I was out here, and I was moving dirty in the hood Ask a kitty man, they'll tell you I was certie with budge But thats enough of that Sorry, I got paper on my mind 'Cause I done lost a lot of time And I will never get that money back Something loud on me let me bust a pack I be smoking bags, hopping out of something flash And I don't just do it man, I do it with panache I be chilling with some akhs; Any problems its khalas But I don't need the agg, rather kick it with a yat Slim ting she got a back, something I just wanna grab I'm a Belvedere boy, probably drinking like a stag Crown court sport, I ain't trialing in no mag Potter think he bad; Potter been a blagger man, I'm talking armed blags Where I'm froms the gutter man, bucket full of crabs Bottom of the barrel its dirty, this Jimmy Saville Heart all on my sleeve, starving couldn't breath Four white, 3B, conversations with a fiend Danny Zuko I got Greeze, bet they wish they woke the beast I got nothing for a jezzy, I got nothing for Police I got something for a wig, leave your family bereaved Tell me darg you ever grieved? Living how I'm living, man it'll have you on your deen You meet the woman of your dreams, and you be Adam, getting Eve'd Yeah honey nice and she be thicker than some thieves But back to how I get it, I be bagging up in Steves Flying down the A13, man I was weighing 28's at like age 13 And I got conny on the heavy load Thats word to KB man, I still serve 'em, I still beat 'em Never get complacent man, its proper or its decent Hate you when your broke, I bet they hate you when your eating A youngens on tag and every night he keeps breaching But I was just the same, so how the f*ck I'm gone teach him? Little girl pregnant, Mum speeched her to keep it, they're all caught up in this street shit (They're all caught up in this street shit) But you got to take positive from the negative That jailhouse day is so repetetive And you don't see the problem, cause everybody's selling it And everyone around you's on some sort of benefit It's a sad day when you can't even trust your relative I've got trust issues (trust issues) Community's thriving off of drug misuse You see the things your serving, you sleep in, it kind of f*cks with you So you use that weed smoke to try and uplift you, cloud nine Now they wanna hear me, shit well its about time I'm Robin Thicke these blurred lines, got me thinking this ain't Pharrel I was out there to make it sell, my bruddas was there with me, through the worst time I'm Russian Roulette-ing with my liberty Still I'm on to any type of dough in my vicinity They trap like its fashion, I got respect for those who haven't 'Cause nothing good from selling misery
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