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lil macks - daily duppy lyrics

[part i]

[verse]
brodie in that kitch’, he paid in cocaina rocks
and all these guns are getting shot
go check the news and go and read about it
paid my mummy’s rent since i was eighteen, i ain’t need allowance
if you got a problem with me, brodie, can we speak about it?
fto, i’ve been screaming, “gunshots for my enemies”
thinking ’bout my life ’cause i feel more mellow in lesser keys
made it out that darkness, tryna find out where my heart went
tryna do this praying endless, instead i’m sipping on this lean
not to simplify, when thеy spot the whip, i change the lеase
and i ain’t gonna lie, man, being on that stage was meant for me
yeah, but still i slide regardless, i’m glad to say i’m free
and free up menace, ghost and big m, they was raising up the streets
and when i get high, that’s when i get to feeling lawless
tryna take the pain away through all these medicating sauces
when i get high, that’s when i see through all your bullsh+t
f+ck around with different b+tches, tends to lead to them abortions
i was desperate for that get+back, i ain’t test before i bought it
kinda strange, my daddy’s gone, my number, he ain’t think to call it
yeah, and we was broke and splitting portions
brodie’s acting kinda strange so i’ma fall back, never force it
i treat my singles like them bricks
bag it up, it’s good to go, i’m reinvesting when it flips
i’ve seen an opp get cheffed to bones, we ain’t seen him ever since
and when the lifers call my phone, i really hope i hear it ring
these n+ggas females, skrr off when we see twelve
they relate to me, i’m painting pictures all in detail
my n+gga got that rerock, selling it by the seashore
offers in my emails but i don’t think they need one
he’s praying on my loss
and i’ll probably k!ll myself before i’m hating on my darg
got a rollie on his wrist, my n+gga take it off your arm
yeah, and i’m in pain but sh+t is calm
look at me, macks a milli, guess i’m really doing this
i buy the jet, i swear i’m pulling up to ur+n+s
and i done showed these n+ggas love and they abused it
it’s kinda strange, i put this pain inside my music
yeah, and i spent so many hours
i spent so many days just tryna figure if you love me for real
yeah, do you love me for real?
and i’ll f+ck you all night like a monster
and i spent four thous’ on that prada
and ever since we met, been problems
and i thought i’m waiting on karma
and i’ll f+ck you all night, a monster
and i spent four thous’ on that prada
and ever since we met, been problems
and i thought i’m waiting on karma
[part ii]

[verse]
and i be on my block again, diamonds on my wrist
baby, these my ride or dies and i ain’t got no friends
i was acting careless, i tried f+cking on her friend
she told me that she hates me then we never spoke again
i wish that i could hug my n+gga again
i wish that i could stop these drugs and never need it again
pour some lean before we f+ck, that’s when i feel it the best
you saw the opps and ain’t do sh+t, you tried to reason with them
so don’t call my phone, talking ’bout investing chrome
i’m smoking like it’s legalised, illegal lies, i’m never home
the judge done threw that book at him, so every night, he reads alone
when it gets late, that’s when i feel alone
i need a gun at all my shows, i ain’t an artist
all these rappers got some sh+t they claim they started
amiri for my jeans, the goose fur matching the carpets
i’ll tell you where i’m from, it just matters how you’re asking
and i ain’t never been ungrateful for what mummy did
yeah, it started, had a jd bag and muddy kicks
not even a backpack, you know the ones for shoes and sh+t
and i still was the coolest kid
i prefer the shanks but brodie shooting sh+t
i was going through her phone and i was losing it
double standards, if you go through mine then it might make you sick
saw a baddie at my manny show, i made her eat the d+ck
i’m young, i’ve made mistakes in life, i gotta live with it
yeah, i think about you when i see the stars
who woulda pictured me living large?
and if i die, would you right my wrongs?
and i protect my love with firearms
and they got big m in the cage
ttg, he got a murder case, the evidence weren’t even strong
f+ck a therapist, i’m writing h+lla songs
my n+gga nearly caught a body with his celly on

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