Central Cee - Daily Duppy Instrumental 2 (by Prodt2) 

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 organization We need the type of wealth that'll stay in the world for a few generations They doin' whatever just to go viral, some internet sensation rappers Big men on the net just bitchin', I swear that they're agin' backwards I just got the pendant full of baguettes, I feel like Frank when he put on the mink They 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? 'Cause I lost 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 sayin' 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 'bout money, please don't 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, and the bag wasn't there, and the whip was old Cench, I got a distinctive flow, uh Tour life out of the country, truth be told, I ain't missin' home Told the kids to stay in school, they ain't hearin that, they just hit the roads Pavin' 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 Chasin' 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 mums Go to the hood and show some love, just spent 3k on Air Force 1s Me and Wadz were sharin' 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 you mean, "Breathe, breathe"? Don't tell me to breathe Bae, be yourself with me, what you mean it's only me? Don't sell me a dream

Colddddd🥶🥶

Dopeee bro real nice mix God bless 🙏

you killed it icl🌟

Headie one Headie zero Let me talk some facts and After reload He was running that he lost his breath Anyway 2 day past hes dead Rule number 1 backin my bros Rule Number 2 fxcking my hoes Go on that ride didnt came back home Big man look like he have syndrome I dont want beef if u want beef try it u will regret I might step round there With a broski Wid a hand ting like Whos on what When i step on the track u best reload no free throw When i shoot my shot Shes down on her knees and she givin me top shits Get peak if i rise this mop If i chase man down dont trip or drop Gally on me cah they want this…. Rock with a zk roll with a spinna 4 man 4 waps and 1 dinger Jump out the gang turn man to a Sprinter I’m really trynna put my man in a rizzla

The beginning sounds like the kinda thing that would play when like youre just doing something and your surrounded by police And you walk out with your hand out and you see your friend in the crowd of cops and you just start running thinking why your friend was there

I’m gonna use this beat for a freestyle I’m give you creeds for the lyrics I’m gonna have a animated voice say prodt2 production

Straightttt of the DOMEEEE!!

FIRE

Damn it!!

Strip it back, huh (You are now listening to Young Chencs) 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, now, it's not a joke Live Yours not a gang, it's more like a cult Big boy Ranges, rogue not Vogue Wide G-Wagen, I ride like the Pope Girls stressed that they can't get a hold of me no more GRM nominations, 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 holler back I fucked famous tings that I've wanked over I bust that nut into existence If I get a feelin' 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, swallowin', dribblin' Jobless, IG modelin' I saw you commentin', squabblin', I don't do politics I heard your tape, it don't sound too promisin' Need me a crib same road as Abramovich Undies right on my arse, I ain't panickin' Stand up tall for my rights, I'm an activist Pen game come like .45 caliber Stress, I'll manage it, strong mentality Almost fell off and lost my sanity 'Course I'm plannin' it, causin' an anarchy Psycho, hang him and put 'em 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've 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 Remainin' calm through the madness Flex and a man get jacked, no cactus Mixtape dropped, but it's more like a 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 manifestin' a kilo, I'm breakin' the law with the law of attraction 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 organization We need the type of wealth that'll stay in the world for a few generations They doin' whatever just to go viral, some internet sensation rappers Big men on the net just bitchin', I swear that they're agin' backwards I just got the pendant full of baguettes, I feel like Frank when he put on the mink They 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? 'Cause I lost 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 sayin' 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 'bout money, please don't 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, and the bag wasn't there, and the whip was old Cench, I got a distinctive flow, uh Tour life out of the country, truth be told, I ain't missin' home Told the kids to stay in school, they ain't hearin that, they just hit the roads Pavin' 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 Chasin' 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 mums Go to the hood and show some love, just spent 3k on Air Force 1s Me and Wadz were sharin' 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 you mean, "Breathe, breathe"? Don't tell me to breathe Bae, be yourself with me, what you mean it's only me? Don't sell me a dream

Can I use the unmonetized beat only for SoundCloud and RU-vid?

Bang to a T 🔥💥🔥

Harddddd

hard beat

⭐️⭐️

bro i just write a song cause im bored and bro this is starting to get rlly serious, i just finished it

Wid my bruddas In the studs N we’re Bunning on the weed Smoking the reefer Take a couple hits N spitting heat On the beat They can’t fuck wid the team Believe me They’re ain’t no stopping we When we’re spitting on the track Coming greaze Wid the man Trust me We’re coming for the game (Yh) We got paper plans

🔥🔥🔥🔥🎁

0:10

Can i make a Musik with this beat and upload it on RU-vid?

that's sounds cold

Don't be a fucking fool and put your families life in jeopardy They ain't makin' it out of the hood, it ain't hard to find my enemies 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 bout money; please dont message me My ting clear, huh I look in my rear and I don't see a single soul Should've seen what we did with snow Had London like it was in North Pole I'm done with these insta hoes, tryna get the kid exposed They didn't wanna link me dough and the bag went there and the whip was old Cench, I got a distinctive flow, huh Tour life outta the country, truth be told I ain't missin home Told the kids to stay in school, they ain't hearin that, they just hit the roads Paving the way for the mandem, I come back down to uplift my bros I won't 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 tight I don't care you fucked on prior Chasing bags, not bitches, which is the reason that my eyes are 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 gets her hair in a bun I can't look at them man the same, I've seen man lie and swear on their mums Go to the hood and show some love, just spent 3k on AirForce 1s Me and [?] were sharing clothes, new J's just dropped got two pairs each Two bed flat and its just for me, got room for bro whenever he needs What'chu mean breathe, breathe, don't tell me to breathe Bae be yourself self with me, what you mean its only me Dont sell me a dream

Yohhh bro dope beats can you send me more?🔥🔥🔥

Immer clean wie der Dapper Don (ey) High class, upper echelon (high) Camo-Hose wie im Pentagon (Camo) Lauf' wie McGregor im Oktagon (häh) Ich geb' kein'n Fick auf die Fashion Week (nah) Guck in mein'n Cup, ich sipp' Hennessy (Henny) Legendär wird meine Legacy (ey) Baby, das hier ist kein Charity (ja) Ich check' die Beats in der Dropbox Und was ich dann mache, Bitch, das nennt sich Homicide (brr) Es ist nicht Anfang 2000 Doch ich trag' ein Jersey und es ist in Oversize (ey) Doppel F steht auf dem Durag Das gibt's nicht zu kaufen, die Scheiße ist customized (Fendi) Ich weiß genau, mein Weg ist prophezeit (Amen) Zeig mir nur einen, der besser ist (häh) Rap ist Comedy, Ellen DeGeneres (hah) Hol' mein Handy raus, check' meine Messages (brr) Was für Homie, Mann? Junge, du kennst mich nicht (nah) Ey, ich drippe, du weißt, was mein Level ist (drip) Ich hab' Business und glaub mir, ich handel' es (bling) Sie ist boujee, genau wie die Jenner-Bitch (boujee) Ihr seid alles, doch bloß keine Savages (nah) Ey, ich baller' drauf los wie Old Shatterhand (brr) Will ein Anwesen so wie in Neverland (ja) Ey, ich gebe kein'n Fick auf dein Management (nein) Bin untouchable, Bitch, wie der President (King) Alles custom-made, Bitch, so wie Dapper Dan (Dapper) Gucci-Durag im Radio bei Jam FM (Gucci) Bitch, Elias ist fly schon seit MSN (ja) Sie sagt, "Nicht nur der Sweater ist MCM" (nah) Ich bin kein Influencer (heh) Iced-out, und das nicht nur im Dezember (Ice) Ich komm' zu spät in 'nem Vintage-Sweater (ja) Fick die Sonne, ich schein' auch bei schlechtem Wetter (nah) G.O.A.T. so wie Tiger Woods An der Ampel im Beamer wie Pac und Suge Fick auf Fame, was ich will, das sind Geld und Schmuck Bin so fly, Bitch, ich krieg' manchmal keine Luft (ey, ey) Elias, der Flyste im Game Baby, remember the name (ey, ey) Dieses Jahr war es der Pinky Doch nächstes Jahr wird es die Chain (Ice, Ice) Wir sippen alles im Double-Cup Also pass mir den Champagne (häh) Ich will nur Euros und Pesos Ich schwöre auf alles, ich scheiß' auf den Fame (nah) Elias,

What do you know about doing that grind to the end and seeing some real succession Im not in the trap I play the real game Hence why I don’t give take no suggestions It’s a mad ting Cus I don’t see the world how you lot come and present it

Ik

Can i do a remix on this? Or would it get copyrighted or sum shi

Can you do the instrumental to R.A daily duppy that just dropped ?

So is this beat free to use ?

sound so good u got copyrighted good job

I’m chasing the P all day Haters don’t wanna see me shine no way And I know that I say I’m not a rapper But I’ll shell any of the hardest cap rappers Know when I jump on the beat it’s peak When they see rm say voice of the streets Dont talk Tyson I’ll out u to sleep

Bro where did u get the snare from

Does anyone know who else did a remix on this beat

1:20

2:23

0:12

Reproduce the first beat!

Can u do pt 1

Reálný got ygs throwing up s's shen i csught ak i was reálný tempting when I caught jack he get put into my blending got my man crying over somw rep ting 0

maday maday non so controllarmi fra mi chiama sul dady non rispondo parlano i fatti

touring the opp block come and see me and c ran him down its crease man got loud ran away thats peak when i say im coming im coming to feed on the back the whiz going down new street backing out rammys and making a scene man like J could never beat me get put in rizla smoked like weed

Tengo avaricia Solo busco efectivo Con mi pana paso activo En la calle me la tiro

Flow de ne neconparat dusty Trap prăjim crack Viziune ta e cam proasta Ai lag viziunea mea În strada îs calulcat Am băgat Neîncetat Tarfo În loc nu am stat Tot timpu am alergat Am dublat Bendo prafu pe card

What’s in the bag cost More than a birkin I’m tryna get rich like sterling Yu ain’t no bando boy Go home it’s getting concerning U say your earners Na fuck that u man are learners Game over Mandem he’s curtains About time I get what I’m deserving U know i ain’t no bench man Let just forget that Im in my element No need to test that We gotta get back Elevations made from them setbacks My flow catches on like covid Everyone claims to be solid I watched as my man folded Im serious mandem know we aint joking

What’s the best called?

Ben niet op neppe dingen nee ik ben op die echtte dingen ik ben die real one nee ik ben niet een fake one neef bleef stunten maar vloog een keertje tegen een boom pak punten en bleef verdienen hier op de streets kom nog steeds daar op de fiets jullie mannen ja die leven niets

Cc

Why do people feel like there's a need to 'reproduce' a 4 bar pattern? smh

[16.6., 17:45] Kaan: Guck ich rieche nach Yves Saint Laurent Euer Hype hält so lang wie ne FIFA-Saison Ja, Paris Saint-Germain Jogger Schlag ich größere Wellen als Sport-Blogger Knack den Rekord locker Ah, fick deinen Michael Kors Trend Schon wieder kein Pass, hab die Eignung verpennt Trage Nike XL Highway to Hell Ja der Preis 3k Philipp Plein und Chanel Ah, T-Shirts im Preis einer Luxusyacht Mehr Sneaker als McDonalds Kunden hat Pick Up auf der Bühne wie Travis Scott Und mach die Hater sauer wie Center Shocks Mache Schnapp Monte Carlo Casino Heut geht es um Million ich setz in der Spielo Ich schenke nen Tausender frech der Bedienung ?Und kaufst halt ne Villa, nen Block als das Video? [16.6., 17:46] Kaan: Nie wieder Arbeit für Mindestlohn Dank Xatar Werbung auf Interpol Die Lage sie brennt so wie Ethanol Und du bleibst nur ein Sip´der mit Kebab holt Verdiene im Monat wien´ Fachchirurg Ich flieg über euch wien´ Kampfpilot Ich kämpf für mein Hak wie ? Bei Stress, lass ich dich von den Akhis holen Ich lauf auf deim´ Monatseinkommen Meine Schuhe Leandro Lopes, Louboutins Immer frisch zur Saison und den besten Komfort Meine Uhren, der Schmuck Ah, Investmentfond Ah, check die Karre unterm´Arsch ab Mach nicht auf reich, wenn du Gold barzahlst Trag´ nur Designer und setzte es dann ab Zahl keine Steuern, weil ich Hass auf den Staat hab [Hook] L [Part 3] Ey, kaan kickt jetzt Freestyle Alle sehen diese Folge, schreien: Wie geil! Ey, ich komm einfach so mies rein Von der Seite mit Knie oder Schienbein Embed About Have the inside scoop on this song? Sign

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 organization We need the type of wealth that'll stay in the world for a few generations They doin' whatever just to go viral, some internet sensation rappers Big men on the net just bitchin', I swear that they're agin' backwards I just got the pendant full of baguettes, I feel like Frank when he put on the mink They 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? 'Cause I lost 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 sayin' 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 'bout money, please don't 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, and the bag wasn't there, and the whip was old Cench, I got a distinctive flow, uh Tour life out of the country, truth be told, I ain't missin' home Told the kids to stay in school, they ain't hearin that, they just hit the roads Pavin' 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 Chasin' 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 mums Go to the hood and show some love, just spent 3k on Air Force 1s Me and Wadz were sharin' 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 you mean, "Breathe, breathe"? Don't tell me to breathe Bae, be yourself with me, what you mean it's only me? Don't sell me a dream

Strip it back, huh (You are now listening to Young Chencs) 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, now, it's not a joke Live Yours not a gang, it's more like a cult Big boy Ranges, rogue not Vogue Wide G-Wagen, I ride like the Pope Girls stressed that they can't get a hold of me no more GRM nominations, 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 holler back I fucked famous tings that I've wanked over I bust that nut into existence If I get a feelin' 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, swallowin', dribblin' Jobless, IG modelin' I saw you commentin', squabblin', I don't do politics I heard your tape, it don't sound too promisin' Need me a crib same road as Abramovich Undies right on my arse, I ain't panickin' Stand up tall for my rights, I'm an activist Pen game come like .45 caliber Stress, I'll manage it, strong mentality Almost fell off and lost my sanity 'Course I'm plannin' it, causin' an anarchy Psycho, hang him and put 'em 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've 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 Remainin' calm through the madness Flex and a man get jacked, no cactus Mixtape dropped, but it's more like a 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 manifestin' a kilo, I'm breakin' the law with the law of attraction 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 organization We need the type of wealth that'll stay in the world for a few generations They doin' whatever just to go viral, some internet sensation rappers Big men on the net just bitchin', I swear that they're agin' backwards I just got the pendant full of baguettes, I feel like Frank when he put on the mink They 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? 'Cause I lost 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 sayin' 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 'bout money, please don't 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, and the bag wasn't there, and the whip was old Cench, I got a distinctive flow, uh Tour life out of the country, truth be told, I ain't missin' home Told the kids to stay in school, they ain't hearin that, they just hit the roads Pavin' 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 Chasin' 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 mums Go to the hood and show some love, just spent 3k on Air Force 1s Me and Wadz were sharin' 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 you mean, "Breathe, breathe"? Don't tell me to breathe Bae, be yourself with me, what you mean it's only me? Don't sell me a dream