Daily Duppy Black Edition

Big boy Skrapz, the one and only CSB, ICB Check me out Boom Last year was a mad ting, I can't lie I thanked God, he bought me some time money can't buy I'm just grateful that I'm blessed, I don't ask why I took a L over spilt milk so I can't cry Niggas want beef, there ain't a steak that I can't fry You could be sirloin, T-bone, rib-eye Forgot to ask you how you want it done, did I? I make the heat rise up, all you hear is slid eye Niggas keep praying on my downfall Like they don't know the fire keeps burning like a candle Niggas tryna take me off my feet so I've gotta stay strapped More time, got me feelin' like a sandal I still ain't faced one problem I couldn't handle There's times when I coulda got nicked and took the gamble Imagine me, Jazzy, Streetz and YD never got released I can't lie fam, it would've been a shambles Cartier frames with the kettle and the bangle Take a picture, give a fuck about the angle Put my Cuban links 'round my neck and let them dangle The ting's mad heavy and it tangles They're tellin' me I owe a explanation to my fan base Tell 'em that I hustle for the future and my family The way the game's friendly got a nigga moving anti They like the way I rap, it doesn't mean they understand me I'm still runnin' with plan A, I didn't plan a plan B I'm tryna stay as rich and as healthy as I can be Or should I say, I should be I hear them talking wicked on the net, I'm like "They would be" I just leave the internet business to the pussies I hustle 'til I'm cushty Been smoking on Gelato 41, this isn't Cookies Been doing this for long, don't compare me to these rookies To get to where I am, you know how fucking long it took me? I do this for the people that didn't want me to make it I had a opportunity to sign, I didn't take it They must have been mistaken when they made their calculations I just told them "Thank you for your time, it's been amazing" If they ever knew what I accumulated daily They probably woulda re-evaluated the figure they tried to pay me Like I don't know my worth, are they crazy? Now I've got my own company and record label like Jay-Z The game's fucked up now, snitches gettin' glorified The other day I told Nines "I'm absolutely mortified" He just shook his head twice and said "It's sad times" Fake niggas act real, there's a blurred line About to drop Skrapz Is Back for the third time Now I'm older and more mature like some fine wine Put your Rollies in the sky 'cause it's my time There's probably due to be a increase in gun crime I could keep goin' but I won't though My album's nearly finished, this is just a little promo And if you post this on your 'gram, use this caption "Skrapz Is Back 3, real niggas back in fashion" Boom