Lyrics Daily Duppy, Pt. 2 (feat. GRM Daily) - Dappy , GRM Daily

We crush the pain away, and dash it in a Rizla
Sometimes you′ve gotta sit and thank the Lord you made it this far
If you've got love for me, then you′re my brother, you're my sister
You ain't gotta ask twice, loyalty ain′t got a price
If the cake was runnin′ out, I would share my last slice

Lil' bro be out here tellin′ me, "This trappin' shit be like a disease" (brr)
He hungry for the money, he ain′t eaten for weeks
His mama be on the grind, she be stressin' for P′s
And he's allergic to the swine, so he's dodgin′ police

And lockdown 2020 had ′nough man livid
Trapped in a box, no more visits
I was climbin' then I fell, but then I ended up winnin′
I had to take a couple L's before I learned all my lessons
And all sinnin′ comes with drama (sinner)
Tried to keep it in, but I couldn't ′cause of karma, word to my mama

Can't be judgin' man just off a persona
I′ve got a devil and an angel, and they beef on my shoulder (brr)
So when you see me in the DM′s, and I'm goin′ ham
It's ′cause I'll turn up on a hater face-to-face, and on the ′Gram
They hate you when you're poppin', but they love you in a coffin
Let′s give ′em the flowers now, not when men are in the ground

Life works in mysterious ways
One day, you're here, the next you′re buried away
No one knows their fate
Shit will never be the same though, you gotta let the pain go
Thank God we live to fight another day

Crush the pain away, and dash it in a Rizla (yeah)
Sometimes you've gotta sit, and thank the Lord you made it this far (yeah)
If you′ve got love for me then you're my brother, you′re my sister
You ain't gotta ask twice, loyalty ain't got a price
If the cake was runnin′ out, I would share my last slice

Yo, kids be out here on the streets, and they′re bussin' their whistle
Whilst the kids be overseas, stay duckin′ from missiles
Man in a suit be out here tryna cover their plans
With blood on their hands, while they're the ones fundin′ the missiles
Look, how am I supposed to trust
When the man that's in position keeps fuckin′ up the system?
Still we live to fight another day

We crush the pain away, and dash it in a Rizla (it in a Rizla)
Sometimes you've gotta sit and thank the Lord you made it this far (oh)
If you've got love for me then you′re my brother, you′re my sister
You ain't gotta ask twice, loyalty ain′t got a price
If the cake was runnin' out, I would share my last slice, ra-ta