Ms Banks Daily Duppy Lyrics (feat. GRM Daily)
I went back to basics came outta the matrix and still I feel hungry
Said I couldn’t make it but now my money stack so tall they can’t touch me
These bitches ain’t levelling thick and I’m genuine llow all the fuckery
They tryna be spiteful but I’m never idle man this shits above me
Working I’m working I’m working I’m working I turnt all my idols to friends
The drips getting heavy the work rate is steady I had to move outta da endz
These bitches tryna do me dirty but really doe I dunno wahum 2 dem
My n*ggas like the shower posse they’ll pull up and give them a cleanse (ouuu)
Pull up and they’ll let it bang
Talking your business and claim they’re the realest? Them gyal there can’t hang
Dem gyal are the villains and act like some victims some shit I’ll never understand
Throw rocks and they’re hiding their hand
The only rocks I ever slang, is the ones that come with contraband
If I didn’t make it who knows man I’d probably still be in da trap
My flow like a river I always deliver, I’m coming in packs
I’m really real and really rap
Putting UK females on the map
I’m really pretty and I’m Black
Like his card run it to da max and the run it back
Can’t be no damsel in distress
When the whip I got the highest spec
Where I’m from they teach u to finesse
What I want I’m saying with my chest
Make 6 figures a year nothin’ less
I’ll make 7 God guiding my steps
Always want more never rest
Came up out the hood what you expect
Them gyal can’t see me when I’m at my best
been thru it all, put me to the test
Got deals with Nike had deals with Ellesse
Came a long way from OT doing treks
Came a long way from chilling out in Wooly
Either you’ll be a victim or a bully
Studied the game and understood it fully
Now we’re talking 20 just to book me yeahh
Yung and I’m lit
African chick
You think you’re slick? That wasn’t it
I need a n*gga that’s going legit
Can’t look like this and be out getting nicked
By any means take your risk
But once u get it gotta dip
Where I’m from they gon’ want u to slip
The system was made for this shit
The system want u to get bagged
But I made it untouched and running it up (huh) that’s really the gag
My n***** don’t play fair when we out in Mayfair we ain’t splittin the tab
I’m bringing that heat put that on the streets then it’s back 2 the lab
I was in Norwich from sun up to sun down
Now I just shut down Sundown
N*ggas be mad over me like it’s Runtown
Omw to the bag I can’t come round
I put my Mother on the ladder
Pls try and name me some one that is badder
N***** or money I’d rather the latter
Selling these verse’s ain’t inna the passa
2023 I’m doing a mazza
He wanna see me hit it one time
2 Rolleys I ain’t never on time
Can’t see that I’m fine? You must be blind
I’m nice
I don’t need your advice
The money you got saved for life
I probably made just tonight, boy!