Daily Duppy - Rimzee, GRM Daily

Tryna get them close, they won’t clock in the play

But they squeezed first and nearly shot me in the face

I remember when them armed jakes kneed me in the face

And took me off the road and left my block in a state

Live from the wok, all them floors that I mopped

Even in the shower I had my tuna in my sock

My next door locking down my phone and my nank

Made it out, I’ve gotta give thanks but I still can’t forget

When Killz was still there, when thm things went left

I met him in th pen but he’s my bro till the end

Trials and tribulations, for years I was patient

Had me in them cells akh, with no sanitation

I greased some yutes down in the maddest way

For two days they had to barricade

For my celly I nearly warred the wing

I said you’ve gotta be on me if them niggas on him

I flooded Coldingley

If there was spice on your wing then it probably came from me

Five jails, had a nigga on tour

Plus they had my flap closed, I couldn’t see outside my door

Today I woke up, I had a bowl of oats

Thinking I’ve got five more years to go

Got a letter from Gio, free my nigga Gio

Just sent my nigga Flash another V. O

My brudda Kim wrote me, said it ain’t the same

I wrote that nigga back, I said I felt the same

I heard about your loss and I feel your pain

But the good die young, God’s got his ways

Done a year already, nigga time’s flying

My cellmate kidnapped a yute and burned him with the iron

Like me, thirteen he’s riding

Like me, he’s into mashes, rapping and grinding

He told me a story and he told it well

I can’t lie, sometimes he talks and I see myself

I would love to explain a bit

But they called the last call, I can’t be late for gym

Thinking about all that money I’m losing

Caught a big brudda, now I’m sitting down for an ooting

Cause this life chose me, I didn’t choose it

Before Islam I was in the church receiving Holy Communion