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Artiste : Ard Adz
Titre : Daily Duppy 2023
(Buckroll)

You need to ask about him
I don´t dance with no devil akh, I dance around him

If you announce suttin, you can´t un-announce it
I bought a hundred bag kettle and I can´t pronounce it
Got a bunch of weed growing out a bunch of houses
I tried to keep it quiet but the gang just shouting
In a hundred nights, Dirty made a hundred thousand
And my small fists have laid out a couple bouncers
Small fists have laid out a couple bouncers
Selling caine out your toilet while the club is bouncing
You was in the room revising
I wasn´t just in this gang, I was supervising
Feds chased me by the river, by the Thames
Told my jigga "No games", fuck a prison I´m scuba diving

They dipped my brother out, he in Cuba grinding
At the shows, they don´t know where my shooters hiding
Certain man are fake, too conniving
I put the weed in the Prius, make the Uber drive it
Before I knew the law my akh, I knew the vikings
Before I buy the diamond, haffi zoom inside it
I just opened up a jewellery shop, 57
We can source a rare watch in like fifty seconds
If your guap is right, I can sell the watch to you
Way below the Trotters price, cutting through Rotherhithe
I told Neenz that he ain´t going back to trapping
We gon´ make it happen akhi, we done moves like Hatton
I´m so original, Bricky boy criminal

I made forty racks on my ped, on my provisional
Rollie so iced out, it don´t even tell time
I got the Rollie trade price, straight outta Tel´s Time
As a young´un I was strapped in the arcade
Nothing ain´t changed, I´m strapped in The Arcade
Grew up with gun bussers and bud abusers
A cold heart, a cold blood what my heart producing
Two hunna miles from home, two man up loosen
We feel safe at the show, I Snap the deuce in
When you´re really bad, it´s hard improving
Said I´m too real for rap, let me start producing
Speeding down the M´s, I ain´t into cruising
But grown man don´t need introducing
Haffi even odds, trap line´s beating off
Feel like I don´t sleep enough, if you see me in the dance

I ain´t tryna shake a leg, I´m tryna shake demon off
Mama told me "Get a job", I was tryna get a Glock
Bro´s tryna get an opp, shoot him through the letterbox
Broski in jail, he just wrote a man a letter cuz
Shit´s getting hard, I said shit it´ll get better cuz
Heard your mum´s sick, I´ma check her till she´s better cuz
I come up in the coldest summers, grinding in my oldest runners
For the love of bread, I´m sweating like them Polish plumbers
In a load of traps and I´m tryna get a load of numbers
You gotta get it cah this world, it don´t owe you nothing

When I was sweating in that sweat box
You was with a sket or worse, sitting on your desktop
Summer like the winter, everyday and I´m chasing funds
I´m with Bello getting bells or I´m exchanging guns
Cold summers so better get your umbrellas
When the thunder clap, gonna leave your brudda undeveloped
Couple man are scared and I know they´re hiding under dressers
They just over chat but really they just under pressure
Wah di bumbaclaat, me I let the thunder spark
Turn ´em to mechanics when I bang it, they was under cars
If the music died then I´m cropping it

The first time I seen a brudda die, I never vomited
Honestly, akhi´s gone missing and I miss akh
Sticks like miswak, I ain´t got no six-pack
Bought a wap for every pack missing, that´s six waps
I don´t do this riffraff and I don´t do no chitchat
Two corn like Tic Tac, I need a break like KitKat
And Dirty´s got them big dreams but he don´t take no big naps
Me I need to kick back, I think I need to sit back
I´m tired of this TikTok, make the clock tick back
I can spend a hard day, me and devil part ways
Buss down now, on this kettle that´s a Pave
I´m tired of this gang stuff, giving man a heartache

Tired of this trans stuff, shoving it in our face
I come on the A side, still I try to pray five
Akh you gotta take time, I´m tired of this gay pride
Hit him with some straight pride, heard it through the grapevine
Bought a nine for like nine akhi, and it takes nine
Plus I keep one in the head so it takes ten
So I can let ten out the nine, does it make sense?
You see the real, they wouldn´t televise that
If your hustle ever died, I beg you energise that
You can´t jeopardise man, I haffi exercise facts
Quran that´s my soul, I need to memorise that
The music never died, I´m just stopping it
The first time I seen a brudda die, I never vomited