Krept & Konan - Daily Duppy lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Krept, Kones Play dirty, in the building Come on Daily Duppy, GRM Daily Young Kingz out now, go get that Happy birthday Kones [Verse 1: Krept] f** our generation, hypocrisy's amazing You're pointing at us rappers, saying that we work with Satan Drinks, d**, s**, raving You're just as bad as the one that you're calling a mason Fruit for labour, please get me out this dark hole Chicks won't even look at you, if you don't have a car doe Love n***as in the limelight, shallow jezzies You's k**ing over phones now there's another black buried I've seen a couple man go here The hood's bananas so I pray for my peers Might get left bloody, I told you already If you're always in the hood you can die like Kenny Don't want my mum to bury me like the usual And have her singing hymns at my funeral Cause hood n***as letting bullets fly on some other sh** Might hit your adams family and get your cousins hit It's mad here, some of my brothers still on that same sh** Getting rid of two packs, I ain't seeing no changes They might catch you slipping while you're eating in places Then mark your face while you're eating a Danish I came from the rubble with my homies Now them rocks got my brothers in Stonie Rap star so them females approach me Big woman want my wood, that's adultery I don't trust n***as, these girls, no chance How you gonna snake me if I only trust Ko' bruh These girls got poor traits, she'll leave you with a broke heart In school she'll give you lergies Now that b**h might give you herpies You won't hear nothing meaner These chicks will deceive ya So girls, I trust none cause they're no Mother Theresa Claiming she a good girl and she praying to the father Claiming she a church girl 'til a boy walked past her [Interlude] Boy walked past her Right we're gonna turn it up a piece Levels to this sh** Young Kingz, obviously, come on, out now, iTunes We're gonna get into this, big up ADP, A Dot, yeah I wrote this on the way here, mothers Haha, word, look [Verse 2: Konan] Head full of mad thoughts I get tunnel vision staring at these black walls They phone me, so I act cool Just in case Paul want a black ball I ain't got no worries Snakes wanna rush me but I ain't in no hurry Mind on my money day and night like Kid Cudi All these babydads wanna be me, all their babymums call me honey We go back to the crib, you know what's on the agenda Grabbing on my T, she knows she's got a temper Does she like football, I can't remember, but her p**y's tight like Wegner Uh, Young Kingz September, that's dark on the scales RIP Dougie, I'm just tryna leave my mark in this world Feds can't stand it so they try and put me on a ban, I'm a bandit Banger's fresh home and you know he's on antics San Andreas round here, straight grand thefts Even when there's mums around Cause these hoodrats ain't nothing like Rastamouse Fed up cause I hate cops We raised the bar, they can't afford to take shots [Outro] Word Young Kingz, out now Daily Duppy, GRM Daily Quick ting man we done this quickly quickly for you lot man Yeah man Yeah, just make sure you get the mixtape Out now, iTunes, Young Kingz Working on the B-day Yeah