Fredo - Daily Duppy (Lyrics) Part 2

🎵 Fredo - Daily Duppy Please Donate Here: https://www.paypal.com/donate/?hosted_butt... • Follow Bulldog Lyrics: YouTube:    / @bulldoglyricsuk   slowed uk:    / @slowed4566   Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/this.is.bulldog/ TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@bdoglyrics?is_from... Lyrics to Daily Duppy by Fredo: [Verse] Meanwhile, I been workin' on a couple of hits No music, laid suttin' down, we got another one mixed And, I got ten jibs to find out where another one lives And then we're comin' equipped, but we ain't burglin', it's one in your wig Gobis mum turned in a .38, his mum was a snitch Damn, my little nigga was the son of a bitch My credit was so good, and that's because I come from the strip So before I ever bought a house, I put one on the wrist I know them streets need Fred's heat back It's like a battle with myself, it really gets me mad 'Cause if I focus on rap, I'll be a deadbeat dad But, if I focus on bein' a dad, I'll lose the bread we had And if I don't play my role on the block, then they'll say I'm actin' different But if I go back too much, then I'll go back to prison My life's full of bad bitches, and bad decisions Rap don't last forever, now I'm tryna handle business 'Cause I don't focus on these businesses then when this rap finishes I'll be on them interviews talkin' 'bout some flowers that I'm owed Like, allow it bro, you're old Real hustlers take all their fuckin' flowers as they grow I'm the type to make some flowers from the snow Spendin' hours at the stove Now, they give me sixty thousand for a show I spend a hour then I go, I spend a hour with a ho I spend a thousand like a joke, you niggas soundin' like you broke How can I be a good rapper, good dad, good businessman, a good boss, a nice boyfriend, a good trapper? I couldn't do it all even if I had some powers and a cape Nah, there just ain't enough hours in a day I got the Gempar, but they said it takes some hours on a train I didn't know no one, so I would go shower with my blade Now, I'm a first-class Emirates customer You boys ain't never showered on a plane, I got a mountain full of 'Caine My life's gotten hard, now not to be soundin' like I'm vain When the price of a Lamborghini car is soundin' like a chain Me and nobody in London is soundin' like the same I never jumped on no one's wave, fam they found me in my lane Now niggas mad at me they're broke, fam that's soundin' like the blame Now, you're soundin' like a lame No one ever gave me nuttin', fam, I found it on the train Yeah, they thought that he was gutter, so they found him by the drain Surrounded by the grain, you know they found it in his brain and bullets in his chest The streets know we passed every time we're put to the test Don't invest in no guns, go and put it in a vest Snatch a body from his breath, now we're lookin' for the next Since 2020 in West, we put it in the best Three bodies, now we're up to like six AMs But we ain't lookin' for a rest Catch him slippin' when he's lookin' for his breakfast I had half a million in chains when shh slipped up But I was drunk, so I took him for his necklace I shouldn't, but I'm wreckless She said that she likes me while she's starin' and lookin' at my necklace This dumb little lighty don't even know if she's lookin' at a deathwish 'Cause someone's gonna die if they try to take these And someone had to die before I could even make these That's the realest shit you'll ever hear, them man had to shed a tear All the issues that I got through make it hard on Fred's career And damn my nigga Woo, I still can't believe it's true I still can't believe it's you, first Billy, then you Real talk, I can't believe it's two Still, it only took a week or two, pop out like, "Peek-a-boo" Leave a nigga sleepin', too So, mind out who you're speakin' to Mind out where you're sleepin', too Have my shooters creep in through and leave 'em through Last three patterns, no one didn't even get nicked, we didn't leave a clue This year, I might grab the Rolls like I need a poo Pull up with a star, and I got stars in the ceilin', too Seven K a month on the rent, you should see the view I wish Billy could see it too Funny, sometimes I don't know where this life is leadin' to Really fam, I need a clue But all I know, them streets are a myth The realest niggas get birded, they find God then preach to the kids About, "This life isn't worth it" All them years in jail must make them guys forget how hard it gets when life isn't workin' No sex, but you're dreamin' to get inside of a German Went to jail for a stabbin', came home and done another one, like my knife wasn't learnin' Now you can a nine for seven grand, like it's a Birkin I'm grindin' for certain • Business Enquiries: @this.is.bulldog on Insta • Hashtags: #dailyduppy #fredo #bulldoglyrics