Daily Duppy, Pt. 3

I'm not on smoke

Ya! Yo

Had to ghost, get my mind together

Simple things got me smiling better

Yardman, I can handle pepper

C for climate, I change the weather

If anybody don't learn their lesson

Handle things at my own discretion

The brain on me is a lethal weapon

I step one up, I don't need protectin'

See I look at the game and it's changing

And now everyone raps, how amazing!

Like is it just me or is no one tired of hearing the same ol' same thing

Like someone say something unique

They all sound the same, so's the beats

All that Chip can do is diss

Check my catalogue, you got a cheek

Don't offend me, I've been doing my thing

Before an influencer was a thing

Before social media was a bout

I'm still here getting under your skin

Like you **** know me, I swim in the deep end, I would've survived on Noah's ark

But I'm looking at Earth like am I from Mars or is talent and fame now worlds apart?

I've been sitting back, listening and watching

Heard a couple of lyrics out of pocket

But not enough to make me rise it

It's really in my genes, I don't want this

Like I miss the days when there was no ego and we would MC on the curb

Now spitters move kinky, turn over there, don't even wanna MC with you nerds

You think you're untouchable 'til ya gone

You gotta see the fun in having none

It's like everyone that's got a gun

Thinks they're the only one that's got a gun

And if you're talking 'bout Haringey old school Gs, man, I know every single one

Ain't 16 again, I'm a big 32, can't take man for simple son

'Course someone calls me legendary

But I'm 35, I done a 20

By 14, I had a mixtape, you just talking words, not doing any

I was out in Trini' took the ferry

To Tobago feeling merry

Celebrating, we them 90s babies when they mention us, they say we heavy

And the state of the game got me pissed off

I fold and I set up a TikTok

But I ain't making no TikTok song, I'm uploading these bars when I'm pissed off

It don't say it's your time on my wristwatch

I heard your CD, it was shit bruv

When I aim this, spray this, ain't no fragrance, bet you be getting the picture

When I let off a cap, does it fit ya?

You can't walk in my shoes, get a blister

Fi mi touch a button, I won't miss ya

I'm a sharpshooter like my sister

And if ever a day that I crip with weed, I'll be putting you pricks in my Rizla

Celebrations how I cancel bounties, I'm a bounty killer and a sizzla

Chippy

I'm not on smoke