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Daily Duppy, Pt. 3

Daily Duppy, Pt. 3

Had to ghost, get my mind together
Simple things got me smiling better
Yardman, I can handle pepper
[?] climate, I change the weather
If anybody don't learn their lesson
Handle things at my own discretion
The brain on me's a lethal weapon
I step one up, I don't need protecting
See I look at the game and it's changing
And now everyone raps, how amazing
Like is it just me or is no one tired of hearing the same old same thing?
Like someone say something unique
They all sound the same, so's the beats
All that Chip can do is diss
Check my catalogue, you got a cheek
Don't offend me, I've been doing my thing
Before influencer was a thing
Before social media was about
I'm still here getting under your skin
Like you niggas know me, I swim in the deep-end
I woulda' survived on Noah's Ark
But I'm looking at Earth like "Am I from Mars"
Or is talent and fame now worlds apart
I've been sitting back listening, watching
Heard a couple lyrics out of pocket
But not enough to make me rise it
It's really in my genes, they don't want this
Like I miss the days when there was no ego
And we would MC on the curb
Now spitters move kinky, tan over dere'
Don't even wanna MC with you nerds
You think you're untouchable til' you're gone
You've gotta see the fun in having none
It's like everyone has got a gun
Thinks they're the only one that's got a gun
And if you're talking bout' [?] old-school g's
Mate I know every single one
Ain't sixteen again, I'm a big thirty two
You can't take man for simple son
Course' someone calls me legendary
But I'm thirty five, I done a twenty
When I was fourteen I had a mixtape
You just talking works, not doing any
I was out in Trini, took the ferry
To Tobago, feeling merry
Celebrating, we dem' 90's babies
When they mention us, they say we heavy
And the state of the game got me pissed off
And Foden has set up a TikTok
But I ain't making no TikTok song
I'm uploading these bars when I'm pissed off
It don't say it's your time on my wristwatch
I heard your CD, it was shit bruv
When I aim this, spray this, ain't no fragrance
Bet you be getting the picture
When I let off a cap, does it fit ya'?
You can't walk in my shoes, get a blister
[?] touch a button, I won't miss ya'
I'm a sharpshooter like my sister
And if there ever a day that I quit with the weed
I'll be putting you pricks in my Rizla
Celebrations how I cancel bounties
I'm a bounty killer and a sizzler

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