Daily Duppy, Pt. 2 Lyrics

Daily Duppy, Pt. 2 - M Huncho

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Should I fly to Milan, or, go Greece for a tan? Lines on my hand like the plan of my hand Before the boxes, I was throwin' jabs Then, I went into rappin', got paid off a hook Call up my bro, he's an excellent cook If we didn't sell drugs, then we could've been crooks Widows be askin' me, "How do I look?" I see more numbers than telephone books Static, I keep the mash in the jacket All the carats like I'm feedin' rabbits Countin' money just turn to a habit Money counters, we hide from the obbo I don't blame the world for my sorrows Let me give you a tip, hollow Went to Giggs, flick the Gunna and hollows We ain't promised tomorrow If I'm baggin', can you keep it thorough? I'm the king like I'm cousins with Walo Steady weighin', I'm baggin' up Marlon Came from nothing but bricks, all the stardom And I couldn't fathom the shit we achieved, you dig? Searchin' for gold in this dirt, I dig They didn't show me love, huh, I figured Mill' in the bank, seven figures, fuel in my tank Now I'm revin', foot on the gas And exclude me in that video, is it true? And even if it was, what does it change? Still the same Mo' from that Kilburn estate Stil the same M, you get M'd for a five Still the same M that put in all the grind Still the same M and I made me a M Still the same wap that I borrowed my friend Huncho the wizard Climbed up a mountain, then, I turn my wrist to a blizzard Handle the heat and got Ramsey with me in the kitchen Spent eighty on glass, I guess it was part of the vision I'm different, there's a reason I've been so distant Got ice from the T, this ain't no Lipton Water on me, ain't no Christian, uh Made it all happen, no wishin' Uh-uh, Huncho the wizard