Daily Duppy
GRM Daily, French the Kid
(How's your love life?)
I've been riding with my brothers since the day I fucking started this
Devil left him with mental issues, he's still part of this
He's part of me, daddy fucking left, mummy still believed
It's Lucifer that's running from the sunlight when the dark proceeds
I'm fighting all these demons in my head just like my brother did
Know I'll die before I fucking snitch, I learned that from a kid
Me, my brothers and I would be riding on these silly pricks
Tryna understand why they keep coming back, we made for this
I'll favour this, I just fucked your bitch and made her pay for this
I don't care about no fucking label 'til they label this
It's that real, this jungle nutty bro you'll get killed
Blood spilled from this Asian blade, we've got that stained steel
And every single day bro I've been grinding shit
Pride is hit, dancing with the devil, fuck I'm kinda lit
All this liquor got me thinking 'bout them times we dipped
Sitting in that caravan just thinking ways to dead that prick
And the shit just ain't the same, I need to fly away
The only fucking boost up in my head is Ged's alive today
You know the feeling when your auntie's not breathing
Overdosing in your arms and you ain't got no fucking time to pray
And G that's R.I.p Fasia, since the day
My cuzzy's chasing up his dream until the sky turns grey
Still I was trapping as a youngin'
Must've thought I was cool until them olders took my life away
So I tried take their lives away
Sell me dreams, you must be mad, I'll take your life today
I'm no killer but my mind was getting bigger
And my heart was getting colder in this little fucking game I play
Shit, I was only fifteen, conversating with some fiends
Shit, still I be chasing up my dream, contemplating while I'm lean
I never stacked lots, bro was in that trap moving crack rocks
I was bunking off school, meeting mummy next to trap spots
And bro she never had a clue
Ged I don't wanna be like me 'cause I just wanna be like you
G, it all started, we was young
Me and my brother tryna have some fun
Knew that we was different, by age fifteen I could shoot a gun
Don't try ask me where I got it from, I couldn't tell
Just know that all my older brothers friends are mostly clientele
Ask my cousin about all the nutty shit I've done
Sending him pictures of all these waps I had G, I was dumb
I was dumb but also young so didn't fucking care
But now that I think of it, moving countries answered all my prayers
France was good but also bad 'cause I was moving it
Trust me, I ain't talking about no-, when I say moving shit
I watched Snatch, I watched Reservoir Dogs
We was Brothers in Arms 'cause we had weapons from COD
French
(Think about you all the time)
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