Daily Duppy (Goat Talk)

[Intro]
Yeah
Look

[Verse]
They always like to play it down but I'm lit though
They close doors in my face I always win-dow
When they come around goats they like to tip-toe
And I don't flag colours but I blew off cryto
Made a bit off coins temple running to the bank
Always get redemption, I'm sure with the shank
My boy ain't from the States but chains he likes to yank
He would light up a room with his 8, he Frankie Lamps
I make brothers insecure all wondering where their chicks staying
I'm like Fabinho in the DM's, I'm really dictating
If you think this life's a game, you need to quit playing
My darg ain't never done a trade but he's brick laying
Mixtaping, I was really trying make pounds
'Cause I was trapping but not the heights of Blade Brown
I'ma decade in I've seen the game change round
I've seen man last for 10 months and break down
Rapping with a purpose, this rap game's a circus
Your favourite rapper comes 'round the dogs and gets nervous
Shit ain't never what it seems on the surface
Before I saw a beach, I seen bandos and burners
Get rich or die trying on my Curtis
If you see me in a bussdown, just know the yard is purchased
Big whips 2 quid for a service
When you got this kind of drive, dreams really go the furthest
I'm a South London legend check the numbers I've been repping
Calm in any setting 'cause my dargs really stepping
I might forgive, I'm not forgetting
When you eating a king's meal, they wanna be your bredrin
All I need is a Rolls and I'm ghostin
Sundays, I've got shawty over roasting
If I told you who I turned down, you'd say I'm boasting
Influencers in my bed lingerie promoting
I can't lie I miss the days it weren't about clout
Everyone's the real deal until they get found out
Hands on, I'm still not the one to count out
I've been grounded from the days I weren't allowed out
I've made mistakes I know money can never make right
But have you ever had to take flight for date night?
Certain man was on my level but they got stage fright
Must be growing pains, they ain't reached the same heights
I've had an A-class (yep)
And a B-class (yep)
And a C-class (yep)
And an E-class (yep)
I've got an S-class (yep)
But I'm OG-class
I'm on different class, tell Mercedes I need a free pass
Why they still wanna play with me?
My name was in voices before they were paying me
I just ask my pops to pray for me
I've toured the map from what I can do from A to Z

*[Beat Switch]*

[Intro]
Yeah

[Chorus]
Let me be clear
Don't compare me to any rapper that just started their career
I've been here for 10 years
I'm never on these lists and to be honest, it's weird
But I don't ever cry about it, let me show you top tier

[Verse]
I'm ready with the goats ever since they let a lad in
I've really been getting notes, 10 years full of quotes
Bros still on road keep thinking this things' a joke
'Til they pull out where you hang man and have you on the ropes
K knows I do my ting, that's a top boy
Criminals fours cars up, what a convoy
Pull up with a tom boy
Real talk blud, I was the one in the motherfucking rover on your block boy
Yeah
Man i've done my hours
Yeah, I rose from the mud and I want my flowers
I ain't tryin to get conspiracy lining up towers
But I still got 5 Gs posted by the towers
I'm the real deal, this ain't no Instagram hype
Blud, I really sold mills and the bars are still tight
Big Drippa Yungs, Chrome Hearts with the Nike
I must be doing alright if I can take showers on a flight
Plain jane yachty, got 'em all in my boat
Bills 10k a month but dont worry I'll cope
I can't be mad at them man for doing what I won't
Every bar I spits a wheel 'cause it's facts what I spoke
I've seen man boot and cut, this ain't fashion
I wouldn't suit a case but my darg with me's packin
I'd still be a millionare if I weren't rapping
More time it goes over your head, them man are capping
It's a new era, all them old guys are real bitter
Forget the clout blud, you're looking at a real spitter
My mans doubting that my darg's a real driller
If he backs out his Tommy, I bet you he'll figure
Who's iller?
My F64 rocked the nation, 10 years later I'm still Jigga
Take your girl out to Novi for a real dinner
They said you dissed her to me to make you feel bigger
I never won a Brit, never won a Mobo
Every time I bag goals, they always move the goal posts
I been doing shows from Wembley to the Gold Coast
Yachts in Abu Dhabi but I don't like to show boat
Lost my big bro, fam my head hurts
Copped the new toast 'cah I know how getting bread works
Hustling expert
She don't care about my real name, she's just on Google for my net worth
Streets, I was raised from it
The hood, I was made from it
Find yourself a hobby and get paid from it
And then save from it
These shoes cost me 8 bills
But I still rock the socks that's got the days on it
Herne Hill legend, I'm like Gerard at Anfield
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At my big age, I don't care whos gang's real
I'm just trying to buy yards, I don't care if you bangs still
14, I got nicked then I got bail
And knew I could not fail
I made it to the charts but not jail
CC on me, I'm a hot male
Mixed race yout but I got a white mom that cooks ox tail

[Chorus]
So let me be clear
Don't compare me to any rapper that just started their career
I've been here for 10 years
I'm never on these lists and to be honest, it's weird
But I don't ever cry about it, I just show you top tier