Central Cee Ft GRM Daily – Daily Duppy Lyrics

This is Shepherds Bush, West London rapper Central Cee’s highly anticipated entry on the GRM Daily Daily Duppy series.

Part 1 was first teased on Cench’s Instagram story back in June 2021 with Part 2 being teased as an Instagram reel in November 2021. Fans originally expected both of these tracks to be released separately and appear on his sophomore mixtape, 23.

Daily Duppy Lyrics by Central Cee Ft GRM Daily
[Part 1]

[Intro]
(You are now listening to Young Chencs)
Strip it back, huh

[Verse]
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, I 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-Wagon, 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 Bs 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, swallowing, dribbling
Jobless, IG modelling, I saw you commenting
Squabbling, I don’t do politics
I heard your tape, it don’t sound too promising
Need me a— Need me a crib same road as Abramovich
Undies right on my arse, I ain’t panicking
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 planning it, causing an anarchy
Psycho, hanging 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
Remaining calm through the madness
Flex, then a man get jacked, no cactus
Mixtape dropped but it’s more like chapter
My shooter in the six 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 manifesting a kilo, I’m breaking the law with the law of attraction
[Part 2]

[Intro]
(And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube)

[Verse]
These rappers never been paid, they get a lil’ famous, spend all their bands
They spend the 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 aging 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 dont 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, huh
Tour life, out of the country, truth be told, I ain’t missin’ home
Told the kids to stay in school, they ain’t hearing that, they just hit the roads
Paving 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
Chasing 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 mum
Go to the hood and show some love, just spent 3K on Air Force Ones
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