Lyrics Daily Duppy - Dizzee Rascal

(One)

Alright, let's get it
I'm that bloody guy, that's right, I've said it
And I've got good credit
I ain't got no soul, if I did have a soul, I'll probably sell it
I'll snatch your soul, rip it and shred it
Don't copy and edit, you catch my flow
But you don't get it, 'cause maybe you're slow, and you're pathetic
So you might as well dead it

I ain't got no time for the too-ing and frowing
I'm too-ing and frowing, but where am I going?
I'm going all out, not dipping my toe in
I ain't writing no speech, I ain't writing no poem
Gotta write my will (gotta write my will)
I wanna vibe and chill
I was sitting on tag, had to ride it still
Fight for my youths, pay all the bills, and it almost killed me
How does it feel? Now I'm over the hill, and these pricks don't feel me

Tell me I'm guilty, wicked and filthy
Put in the work, nobody built me
I rise from the dead
Slap myself then hang myself
If I ever let one of you pussyholes kill me
I'm the best there is, there was and ever will be
And I'm still me
Rich nigga, I don't wear no trilby (no)

You could roll with a diamond tip, and you still can't drill me (what?)
My bars are hard, the delivery's silky
How many times did I let them milk me?
How many times have I gotta keep telling these dozy pricks I ain't got no feelings?
They're in my DM's, all in their feelings, a.m. to p.m.
What is the meaning? Crying and screaming
All on the Twitter, why you so bitter?
Somebody get this dickhead a snicker
Somebody get this nigga some liquor
Either he's sick or he's testing his ticker

Tell him I'm lit, I'm too busy to bicker
Look how I'm bopping, all skippy, and chipper
Come like butter, wouldn't melt
You're not a nutter, you're a melt
Couldn't give a fuck how you felt
Gucci buckle on my belt
I don't cry, I'm just playing with the cards I'm dealt (yeah)
And I'd rather par with myself
Slip past in the car, all stealth
And we all know health is wealth (yeah)

But I feel like wealth is health
I hope all my enemies die
You can save that "Love thy enemy" shit for somebody else
I hope everything bad in the world just happens to you and nobody else (nobody else)
That's dread, don't matter what I said
No one's dead, I'm just pulling your leg
It's all in your head
Maybe instead of just being a beg

We could just put it to bed
(Shut up) show me with the bread
I am not easily led (no)
But blood is so easily shed (it is)
How many rappers gotta die this year?
How many bullshit, R.I.P.'s, and crocodile tears>
Everyone wants that gangster shit
'Til the gangster shit's in the atmosphere
You can feel when a gangster's near
Oh dear, oh dear

How did he kill that boy and keep his conscience clear?
We're all living in constant fear
Cost of living, energy crisis, petrol prices
How can I possibly pay for my vices?
Gotta stay positive, that's my advice
I ain't got a license to be advising
I'm just thriving, I ain't surviving
No compromising
Can't be afraid to get your feet wet, gotta just dive in

I could provide you with a good time, or I could provide you with a good hide-in
Look how they're moving, like Joe Biden
Like they forgot I'm that guy
Who kicked down the doors and let 'em inside
Fuck your top three, fuck your top five

I'm G.O.A.T, dead or alive
You know the vibes (you know the vibes)
You know the score, I'm so bored
Encore, we've been here before (yeah)
20 years deep, they'll be 20 years more, I'm sure