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Levelled Up (Daily Duppy, Pt. 1) [Explicit]
Morrisson
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(Bow, bow, bow, Morris)
Trust me, man, I'm 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 filled with clout chasers)
And the maddest thing is there's always
Someone I don't know or never heard of
If you're on the street shit, you'd've heard of us
And if your plug's been overchargin', why you workin' for us?
These rappers talk my name and get the trolls to come and stir shit up
He killed my bro by accident, stop talkin' like you're murderers
Anyway, you know the plan, fast motors, loads of gas
Big houses, loads of land, fly the packs, hold their land
If you're my bro, I hold you down
If you're my girl, I fill your 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
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
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 with my big hot tub
This is hard work and 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, done and out of level one
If 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 turned on me, fuck it, that's the shit the devil does
I link the plug, the illa, bruv
How's your gyal? And how's your mum?
How's your kids? They're doin' fine
Scoot them in, now where's the grub?
Grab it, let me check the stuff
Dead, but I still get it done
My driver's still on standby, give us 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 mandem's 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 was 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 with my big hot tub
This is hard work and 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
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