Daily Duppy (feat. GRM Daily) - Central Cee ft. GRM Daily

Strip it back, huh

(You are now listening to Young Chencs)

Aight, look, my flow's unmatched

I talk to myself on my own, I'm tapped

Columbus the way I took over the map

Composure, women lose that around man

My accountant's monthly fee's a grand

They don't wanna see me and Ybeeez expand

I got a— got a strategic plan

I'm a big man now, gotta feed the fam

Serious, nah, it's not a joke

Live Yours not a gang, it's more like a cult

Big-boy Ranges, Vogue, not Evoque

White G-Wagen, I ride like the Pope

Girls stressed that they can't get a hold of me no more

GRM nomination, I got four awards

Ten-point lead, my team got the scoreboard

Cench, he a warlord, only want more gore

I don't know many that done it like man

MDMA same colour as man

Bare blue ticks in my DM requests

Got bare bad B's that I ain't hollered back

I've fucked famous tings that I've wanked over

I bust that nut into existence

If I get a feeling that you're fugazi

I'm trustin' my gut and my instinct

True colours show when they see a man blow

They switch, what the fuck was I thinkin'?

For the love of my siblings

Man, I gotta double my income, better yet, triple it

Wobble it, wiggle it, swallowin', dribblin'

Jobless, IG modellin'

I saw you commentin', squabblin', I don't do politics

I heard your tape, it don't sound too promisin'

Need me a— need me a crib same road as Abramovich

Undies right on my arse, I ain't panickin'

Stand up tall for my rights, I'm an activist

Pen game come like 45 calibre

Stress, I'll manage it, strong mentality

Almost fell off and lost my sanity

Course I'm plannin' it, causin' an anarchy

Psycho, hangin' him, put him in a gallery

I got label execs tryna sway me

I'm tryna fuck on the A&R lady

M's on the paper, can't persuade me

I got a blueprint similar to JAY-Z

I'm matchin' the car with the Rollie

I've got the same pattern as Pastor Tobi, huh

R.I.P. Marcus Garvey, the Babylon can't control me, nah

Remain— Remainin' calm through the madness

Flex, then a man get jacked, no Cactus

Mixtape dropped, but it's more like chapter

My shooter in the 6 is sort of like a Raptor

I don't know why you thought that you could hack this

Send a man up to the north of the atlas

I was manifestin' a kilo, I'm breakin' the law with the law of attraction

(And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube)

These rappers never been paid, they get a lil' famous, spend all their bands

They spend their whole fuckin' advance, these rubbed-out stars keep fuckin' their fans, huh

It's a bit different for me, if I had it my way, my bae wouldn't know me

But no matter what country I'm in, the females there all know who I am

My gang's not a play-play ting, it's a serious type of organisation

We need the type of wealth that'll stay in the world for a few generations

They're doing whatever just to go viral, some internet-sensation rappers

Big men on the 'net just bitchin', I swear that they're agin' backwards

I just got the pendant full of baguettes, I feel like Frank when he put on the mink

They're plottin', I'm not surprised, I've been broke too, I know how they think

You inherited dough, we inherited debt, so I gotta catch up, I'm behind on the rent

What you know about takin' risks? Had my last five bags and declined an M

A lot of man came and went, I might do the same, get out of here sooner

Fake my death like 2Pac, move out the fam to a crib in Cuba

They wanna see a man go out like Biggie, but I ain't ready to die

They're saying that time is money, I got some money, ain't got any time

Don't be a fuckin' fool and put your family's life in jeopardy

They ain't makin' it out of the hood, it ain't hard to find my enemies, huh

I gotta watch what I say these days, it's long now I'm a celebrity

I don't wanna chit-chat, If it ain't about money, please don't message me

My ting clear, uh, look in my rear and I don't see a single soul

Should've seen what we did with snow, had London like we was in North Pole, uh

Done with these Insta hoes, uh, tryna get the kid exposed, uh

Didn't wanna link me, though, when the bag weren't there and the whip was old

Cench, I got a distinctive flow, uh

Tour life out of the country, truth be told, I ain't missin' home

Told the kids to stay in school, they ain't hearin' that, they just hit the roads

Pavin' the way for the mandem, I come back down to uplift my bros

'Fore I leave my guys, I'll slit my throat

Nah, can't mix pleasure with business, but this A&R lady's fire

Gotta keep this one quiet, gotta deny it, she might get fired

As long as your pussy's tight, I don't care who you fucked on prior

Chasin' bags, not bitches, which is the reason that my eyes look tired

We get paid to go to the club, the fuck? You think that we're there for fun?

You know that you're in for some serious head when she puts her hair in a bun

I can't look at them man the same, I've seen them lie and swear on their mums

Go to the hood and show some love, just spent 3K on Air Force 1s

Me and Wadz were sharing clothes, new J's just dropped, got two pairs each

Two-bed flat and it's just for me, got a room for bro whenever he needs

What d'you mean, "Breathe, breathe"? Don't tell me to breathe

Bae, be yourself with me, what d'you mean it's only me? Don't sell me a dream