Daily Duppy Songtext
von Central Cee

Strip it back
You are now listening to Young Chencs

Aight, look, my flow′s unmatched
I talk to myself on my own, I'm tapped
Columbus, the way I took over the map
Composure, women lose that around man
My accountant′s monthly fee's a grand
They don't wanna see me and Ybeeez expand
I got a strategic plan
I′m a big man now, I gotta feed the fam

Serious, nah, it′s not a joke
Live Yours not a gang, it's more like a cult
Big boy Ranges, Vogue, not Evoque
White G-Wagon, I ride like the pope
Girls stressed that they can′t get a hold of me no more
GRM nomination, I got four awards
Ten-point lead, my team got the scoreboard
Cench, he a warlord, only want more gore


I don't know many that done it like man
MDMA, same colour as man
Bare blue ticks in my DM requests
Got bare bad B′s that I ain't hollered back
I′ve fucked famous tings that I've wanked over
I bust that nut into existence
If I get a feeling that you're fugazi
I′m trustin′ my gut and my instinct

True colours show when they see a man blow
They switch, what the fuck was I thinkin'?
For the love of my siblings
Man, I gotta double my income
Better yet, triple it

Wobble it, wiggle it, swallowing, dribbling
Jobless, IG modelling, I saw you commenting
Squabbling, I don′t do politics
I heard your tape, it don't sound too promising

Need me a crib same road as Abramovich
Undies right on my arse, I ain′t panicking
Stand up tall for my rights, I'm an activist
Pen game come like .45 calibre
Stress, I′ll manage it, strong mentality
Almost fell off and lost my sanity
Course I'm planning it, causing an anarchy
Psycho, hanging him, put him in a gallery


I got label execs tryna sway me
I'm tryna fuck on the A&R lady
M′s on the paper, can′t persuade me
I got a blueprint similar to JAY-Z
I'm matchin′ the car with the Rollie
I got the same pattern as Pastor Tobi (huh)
R.I.P. Marcus Garvey, the Babylon can't control me, nah

Remaining calm through the madness
Flex, then a man get jacked, no cactus
Mixtape dropped but it′s more like a chapter
My shooter in the six is sort of like a Raptor
I don't know why you thought that you could hack this
Send a man up to the north of the atlas
I was manifesting a kilo
I′m breaking the law with the law of attraction

And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube

These rappers never been paid
They get a lil' famous, spend all their bands
They spend the whole fuckin' advance
These rubbed out stars keep fuckin′ their fans (huh)
It′s a bit different for me
If I had it my way, my bae wouldn't know me
But no matter what country I′m in
The females there all know who I am

My gang's not a play-play ting
It′s a serious type of organisation
We need the type of wealth
That'll stay in the world for a few generations
They′re doing whatever just to go viral
Some internet sensation rappers
Big men on the 'net just bitchin'
I swear that they′re aging backwards

I just got the pendant full of baguettes
I feel like Frank when he put on the mink
They′re plottin', I′m not surprised
I've been broke too, I know how they think
You inherited dough, we inherited debt
So I gotta catch up, I′m behind on the rent
What you know about takin' risks?
Kept my last five bags and declined an M

A lot of man came and went
I might do the same, get out of here sooner
Fake my death like 2Pac
Move out the fam to a crib in Cuba
They wanna see a man go out like Biggie
But I ain′t ready to die
They're saying that time is money
I got some money, ain't got any time

Don′t be a fuckin′ fool
And put your family's life in jeopardy
They ain′t makin' it out of the hood
It ain′t hard to find my enemies (huh)
I gotta watch what I say these days
It's long now I′m a celebrity
I don't wanna chit-chat
If it ain't about money, please don′t message me

My ting clear, uh
Look in my rear and I don′t see a single soul
Should've seen what we did with snow
Had London like we was in North Pole, uh
Done with these Insta hoes, uh
Tryna get the kid exposed, uh
Didn′t wanna link me though
When the bag weren't there and the whip was old

Cench, I got a distinctive flow, uh
Tour life, out of the country
Truth be told, I ain′t missin' home
Told the kids to stay in school
They ain′t hearing that, they just hit the roads
Paving the way for the mandem
I come back down to uplift my bro's
'Fore I leave my guys, I′ll slit my throat

Nah, can′t mix pleasure with business
But this A&R lady's fire
Gotta keep this one quiet
Gotta deny it, she might get fired
As long as your pussy′s tight
I don't care who you fucked on prior
Chasing bags, not bitches
Which is the reason that my eyes look tired

We get paid to go to the club, the fuck?
You think that we′re there for fun?
You know that you're in for some serious head
When she puts her hair in a bun
I can′t look at them man the same
I've seen them lie and swear on their mum
Go to the hood and show some love
Just spent 3K on AirForce Ones

Me and Wadz were sharing clothes
New J's just dropped, got two pairs each
Two bed flat and it′s just for me
Got a room for bro whenever he needs
What d′you mean, "Breathe, breathe"?
Don't tell me to breathe
Bae, be yourself with me
What d′you mean it's only me?
Don′t sell me a dream