Levelled Up (Daily Duppy, Pt. 1)

Chyeah

Baow! Baow! Baow!

Morrisson

Trust me, man, I just been out here doin' me

Mindin' my own business

Takin' care of my family

I ain't been botherin' no one

I ain't been botherin' no one

But it's like every day there's always someone new tryna draw me out

Or tryna talk down on my name

Streets full of clout chasers

Leave me alone, man

And the maddest thing is it's always someone I don't know and never heard of

If you're on your street shit, you'd've heard of us (Chyeah)

And if your plug's been overcharging, buy your work off us

These rappers talk my name and get their trolls to come and stir shit up

They killed my bro by accident, stop talkin' like you're murders

Anyway, you know the plan

Fast motors, loads of gas

Big houses, loads of land

Fly the packs, hope they land

If you're my bro, I'll hold you down

If you're my girl, I'll throw you bags

And when we're out in public, don't be tryna fuckin' hold my hand

Got a line, I'll give you bricks

Couple grand, a brick of piff

It's twenty for the dirty

Give me thirty for a brick of sniff

I rap about the realest shit

Hit the booth, give 'em hits

Their shit domestic violence

Other words, it's hit and miss (Hittin' miss)

So tell 'em turn that bullshit off

The General, I call the shots

Little man, behave yourself

Don't make me have to call your boss

Listen, I don't need the hype

Tryna live a peaceful life

Have my family eatin' right

And make it out the streets alive

Yo, I was that little white boy on the block, fucked up

Then I grew up, made my money, now I'm all bossed up

In my nice big house, in my big hot tub

This is hard work, on God, bro, this shit's not luck

I went jail for some food and a big shotgun

I got forgot about when they had the kid locked up

The odds was against us, that never stopped us

Cah we still made it happen and we still prospered

It was only right I levelled up

Was down and out, on level one

You was on my level too

Like me you'd have your metal tucked

My family done me dirty, plus my bredrins tried to set me up

My peoples turnin' on me

Fuck it, that's the shit the devil does

I link the plug like: 'Ello, bruv

How's it goin'? How's your mum?

How's your kids?

They're doin' fine

It's good to hear, now where's the grub?

Grab it, let me check the stuff

You're dead, but I still get it done

My driver's still on stand-by

Giz a minute, mate, I'll send him up

Then back onto that real shit

Back onto that drill shit

It's survival of the fittest in East London and I feel fit

I'm from where the mandems on that kill-or-you-get-killed shit

And girls are on that eat-the-meal-leave-man-to-pay-the-bill shit

All this stress I have to deal with

All this pain I have to deal with

Blud, I'm done with life, but I just keep on goin' for my children

My survivor's guilt has got me feelin' guilty that I'm still here

All the odds were stacked against me, but I still went out and killed it

I was that little white boy on the block, fucked up

Then I grew up, made my money, now I'm all bossed up

In my nice big house, in my big hot tub

This is hard work, on God, bro, this shit's not luck

I went jail for some food and a big shotgun

I got forgot about when they had the kid locked up

The odds was against us, that never stopped us

Cah we still made it happen and we still prospered