Daily Duppy (feat. GRM Daily)

de Aitch

The mandem fightin' demons, the block gets scary
I'm really good in my hood, I'm not like them, so, don't compare me
Night-time, so, the block gets scary
You don't wanna lose your life by the youngest G with the largest knife
Trust me, it's a scary sight, one: Buh-buh, and you'll lose your mind

Man, I slide with bro 'cause bro got me, we slide uptown tryna stay low-key
Now, my main's in town, she ain't ever had to dream, tell her: Wait and see
Twenty-fours, I'm grindin' hard, you can see in my eyes that I don't get sleep
(Na-na-na-na)

The mandem fightin' demons, the block gets scary
I'm really good in my hood, I'm not like them, so, don't compare me
Night-time, so, the block gets scary
You don't wanna lose your life by the youngest G with the largest knife (Mhm-mhm)
Trust me, it's a scary sight, one: Buh-buh, and you'll lose your mind

My bro got a pack, get rid of it (Uh-huh)
Nah, he don't wanna walk on the block no more
'Cause he got to stay way too diligent (No way)
The young Gs move like idiots
Bro nearly lost his life now he steps with the— What a scary sight
He's deep in the field like Declan Rice
You don't wanna test my guys
If it weren't for the music, I'd be graftin' with bro (Bro)
I can't even say what we'd do
Wagwan, bro? I don't know that yute (Who's that?)

The mandem fightin' demons, the block gets scary (Scary)
I'm really good in my hood, I'm not like them, so, don't compare me
Night-time, so, the block gets scary
You don't wanna lose your life by the youngest G with the largest knife
Trust me, it's a scary sight, one: Buh-buh, and—
The mandem fightin' demons, the block gets scary
I'm really good in my hood, I'm not like them, so, don't compare me
Night-time, so, the block gets scary
You don't wanna lose your life by the youngest G with the largest knife
Trust me, it's a scary sight, one: Buh-buh, and you'll lose your mind

Know I came from Manny (Yeah)
Whole block full of shanks and guns
Then I made some money
Elastic bands when I wrap these funds
Nowadays, all I see is racks and bums (Hahaha)
All the YGs out tryna pack some opps
Mummy's tryna packs man's lunch
If you trap, that's blessed, but, stack that bread
Then man make one bit of cash, then stunt (Trust)
Bro came home from jail this year tryna clean his rep' (Yeah, yeah)
Think the system turned him vegan, he told me: The beef ting dead (Dead out 'ere)
Come like my next bro plays at OT 'cause all he see is red (Trust)
I just pray God keeps him blessed, yeah