Tinchy Stryder - Daily Duppy lyrics

[Intro: Tinchy Stryder] 9th cloud Daily Duppy right now [Verse: Tinchy Stryder] Lemme zone, let me try catch this Pull my snapback down, recap this Feed me hate, that's part of my tactics Watch them thirsty dogs try cat this Matchfit practice, I've been training for matches Like that's a counter attack, that's ahead, but back this Won't take a leaf out your book: it's dry, cactus Daily Duppy Weekly, monthly, yearly Duppy again Duppy bags and bodies, you pay me the bags I'll bod' these tracks Body Glasto Pyramid Stage, body Eskimo Wiley's rave Body moist just sloppy, I bet it gets rude [?] your loss, sorry Don't get carried away, swept by a wave and carried away Go with the hard, not the head, cuh you might get headtopped, carried away Up in your face I be [?] the way Deep in the sea, you stayin' in the lake Shark in a rumble, you're a little turtle Bars on bars, I be shellin' the way Take shots, [?], never get saved, yeah You've got a song but they never get played Even Shazam doesn't know your name Stay in that corner, you own that space Hold up wait, I said hold up, wait, can you really hold up that weight? Good here, [?] surviving, mate 10 years plus, no sell by dates Gettin' a little bit awkward and that We're not family, don't call me that Sickest bars, we're known to react 16, lock off the whole of your back Grime 1 lines, I pattern Settings right, pattern I'm black star in the hood capping Maschino jeans with patterns, yo Call your girl cause she's active I know more than 5 who tapped it We're the kids who cause moshpits, if that's big in the game, we're ma**ive Next b**h, next sh**, respected, you best exit Crossed out, X it Don't watch me, watch Netflix Used to save up for studio time, then I saved up and made the studio mine Window shopping at Oxford Circus, now I got my own clothing line Play my songs 'til you're bored of 'em On that boredom line, you're borderline In fact your song, no they never play that Wouldn't ever hear, so I can't get bored of 'em It's in my heart, in my soul Can't walk in my creps, check my sole Under the heats [?] [?] cuh my papers fold But there's nothing like back home Nothing like own in your own home I don't do this on my Jack Jones Shout outs to Jack, backbone The team's strong, it's all live Cloud 9, so high It smells nice, we stay high To the top, unknown heights I can't forget where I came from, though No, I never came from dough Raised in Ghana, raised in Bow Straight from the motherland, land of gold Not as simple as ABC Let me pray for them, may he see This, that, the 3rd and XYZ Drilling hard, like we're crushing weed That generation made me, now it's back to that Take the mic and pa** it back, we're calling it back to back That generation raised me, facts Oh