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Daily Duppy, it's the hat-trick 10 years deep, still match fit Shouts Post, Sat, Bernie 'eah When I saw my son take his first breath nothing else mattered Started thinking bout' how to get the boy a pattern I ain't talking fashion, I dropped jewels no Hatton I bust down a mind before I bust down a Patek YG's asking "How did it happen?" Lookin' like a star but, I ain't been trappin' On about my presence but I just been rapping I don't really chat but, still, they been snapping No cappin', it's a new era dawg Big puns when I rap, and I ain't in terror squad Rest in peace to the lyrical G's because I grew up on these and now I'm into the bars God on my side but the doubters can't see him though Just know I'm good even if I ain't seein' dough Donnie had squares He told me come, join the circle Dawg, you can never get me involved Pulled up in a vehicle Then I cruised on the riddim' call it P&O Can't rock the boat, man Aaliyah knows Don't push keys 'less, I'm on a piano All black Viano Had like three of those Whole band here bro Pulled up by side stage Mic in my hand, they ain't ready for the mind state Three yutes gunned down on the high road That's where my sons gotta grow up So you know I'm on the strip, me and my bros Chillin' wit the block boys, waitin' for the glow up Could never send that young boy a cunch Tell that young boy chill Show that young boy a love And shouts to that young boy's mum I pray that you live to see your young boy's son Pastor selling us dreams We're just looking for some faith and belief I don't know 'bout them pyramid schemes SPAC Nation, that ain't for me 'Cause God never promised me an easy life Nah G, he just promised to never leave my side So tell 'em they can pull up in their Lambos Far as I'm concerned that's just another type of bando Gotta start flipping tables 'Cause yutes started falling 'fore dem different fables This ain't Breaking Bad but I'm tipping scales The black Walter White with some different tales Yeah, I seen growth and ting It was FIFA and pro, now we're protesting Still bang 3 goals for the white wash Then hit the road with the fam that's progressing No questions, set speed and set targets Less beef and less dramas More jewels and poets, more Akalas If we stick together they can't harm us Blessed since birth Newham kid, seen stress seen hurt I grew up on Ghetts, Kane and 32 So I gave thanks when Wretch sent his verse Blessed since birth Newham kid, seen stress seen hurt I grew up watching dad go work So now he's gone I gotta hit that curb everywhere nowhere the album out now Yeah, yeah It's Jimmy James
Writer(s): Isaac Charles Bortey Borquaye, James Andrew Stocker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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