Lyrics Daily Duppy - Wretch 32

Daily Duppy 32 edition. Its my birthday,
Celebrate with me. Hang tight SOS on this though, Mikey and Mo. Words

I nearly broke my back trying to hold
You up, I'm back trying to hold you up again
We're running with the fact that it's
Only love, if that can be only love we're 'f'd
Ranieri turned water into wine
Right in front of our eyes from the bench
Now we've got him on the spot taking shots and
No-one's allowed to run to his defence. Mad ting
See I'm growing my hair, just trying to grow again
Another top 5, just let me go again
See I grow over life, but I ain't going yet
But Eve's still trying to bite the apple out of my throat again
And he still think that he's the man around my zones again
And he don't see he's Peter Pan, he's out growing them
And she sees him and gets gassed and that's petroleum
And them two there light the match and that's the both of them
And Tito probably wished that he was Mike when controlling them
But Mike probably wishes he was alive and in the zone again
R Kelly wished that he could fly and bring soul again
All these ribbons in the sky, I'm taking note of them
Coz' Stevie probably wished that he had sight and could hold the lens
Make the revolution televised in the Odeon
One time I was with Mercedes in my old BM
I just had to take her for a ride just to roll again
Ironic how I used to sell gear just to own a Benz
Now them want me on the top gear just to show for them
Funny how I'm like an older for my older friends
Digging in my minds like a mine when I show them gems
They think that to buss it up you got to own a skeng
Sometimes you can buss it up with your own events
It's winter now but I don't snuggle up with the hoes and them
I'm just trying to flash, snap, dash then dispose of them
Get away with murder like the cops that patrol the ends
Trying to grow my money like my locks, keep it shoulder length
I'm just trying to take it to the top till I'm over them
Overseas having aubergines with the locals them
Nowadays I'm coming hard hitting, that's a bonus then
Hard written, I am Charles Dickens with a colder pen
If selling out a whole tour means I've sold it then
I'm in my element, I'm so solid, I am sodium
Fans might want another verse but these rappers don't
Want another hearse, I wouldn't wish it on them either
I'm this sick carrying these germs so I just
Might sanitize a verse now they're calling me a diva
A writer ain't as talented on earth that can rock my
Nation with these words coz I might have to give him ether
You're trying to be banging on your curb,
I'm trying to be Pharrell hanging with them
Nerds, trying to channel through the speaker
I've seen money come, I've seen money go
You're turning up, I'm turning ghost
Holy flow, you can feel the spirit through the words he wrote
Trying to make a drink from a drink, that's a worthy toast
Mastermind despite of what you think, I've been certi though
But I don't move like a yout coz I'm 30 yo
You can smell a 7 figure nigga when he wears cologne
But sometimes you've got to watch how you word it though
I'm dealing with those people that don't speak to other niggas
Tell Mr. Belvedere he might not sell another litre
Having drink wars they're getting beaten by my liquor
And to think we thought there might not be another Jigga
I'm one song away from Immortal
So even if I die, I might come back through the portal
You know that you're a lord if you get god to record you
So until you earn your stamp just address me as Corporal
And that's why I took your girl to
Heaven and back, we didn't stay long
The way she worked on me I may never quit my day job
I was with a chick from LA in Lagos
I love a flirtaholic, have her drinking until the taste's gone
Old school, I used to let it bang from my tape don
Bussin' shots through my neighbours wall, it was game on
You can say the neighbours know my name, that's a Trey Song
Dog eat dog world and I ain't talking dalmatians
Woof woof, hush puppy shoes and my good looks
School of hard knocks we graduated to a hoodlum
And we didn't way when we ever heard 'boom boom'
The real rise and fall and I ain't talking about no Suge book
Death row still exists
I know niggas that will die before they ever recoup that shit
Still we coup this whip
You really want that notorious film? You best record like 2Pac did

(Daily Duppy. 32 edition. This is gonna be the last one.
It's my birthday and shit.
I had to take this one from my brother Ghetts,
It was yours but it's mine now. God bless. Love, life and prosperity)