Dave, Kano Chapter 16

Wagyu on the fifty-second floor just to take the piss? But, somehow we've had to deal with higher stakes than this You're the reason that I take the risk, had me on your tour team I studied you since I was fourteen I wanna know what life was like in your teens We shared dreams, and even when we shared screens, I couldn't get no face time I got questions like "How'd you do it", "Do you have regrets", like "What's your life like?" See mine was like thе sun setting, pray the moon shine, it's thе prohibition No ignition, ran for two parties, it's the coalition Rum and Redbull, like Max Verstappen, but the race is different Taste is different, this adult dances in my pole positions Youngers dying like they save the game and could reload the mission Wearing jewellery, heard they're plotting on me when I walk my ends in South London, somethin' you can't teach, Streatham Common sense Eating healthy cah we trust our guts more than we trust our friends Many frauds, lot of man fake, lot of imitators, innovators Take that shit to heart like defibrillator (Pah-pah-pah) Mothers shed tears and don't sleep for days, weep for days And killers celebrate with ID parades Then you got this scene I face And this pressure I inherited from you It sounds funny, but it's true I loved you on the big screen, but, bro, I want you back 'Cause what acting gained with you, we done lost in rap You got a lot of years ahead of you Some years are worse on you and some were better you If it's not positive, drop it, the streets' residue But keep a piece of yourself when you're selling you This game ain't for the throne and kings are checkable 'Cause, to be a better you, envy's inevitable And please take pics with your friends, 'cause I'm telling you, this Industry attention will sever crews and the sick turns to an addiction of the jealous Jews Till they diss you again like you ain't fed 'em food But if you whip Cullinan's, fuck a desperate yute You, Chris in a Benz, then the devil's due Them's the rules You made it, lay in it, this bed ain't new But let's keep it true, you know you're reckless with Pateks and jewels Flexers do what flexers do, and steppers do what steppers do, beef Looking over your shoulder every time we turn keys 'Bout turned the other cheek, must a man be the bigger man? I know we strap the fire, but that's that Take on the chin, you're an Aston buyer And I'm bias, but my generation got the classic writers Your gen', that's mostly your pain, you're the rap messiah And you and Simbi, go grab the accolades, that they would never give me But that's another story, I ain't goated for the glory Couple trophy's in my storage, Pawn B Ivor Novello don't rate a man, so be it I was in '03 on the mic getting lourdy You think you would have flourished in my era at 140? It's quick to break jollof with you, swap knowledge But, sorry, I didn't make no time I watched your soundcheck that day, I saw promise Then I came to your O2 show, I saw polish But during all the pyrotechnics, I was pondering, like Do you have family, politics, and problems? Can you ever see when your just someone's wallet? Have you ever smelt when a cousinship turns rotten? Tell me, do you ever hear from you're brother and start sobbing? Tell me, have you ever touched a million and felt office? Tell me, have you ever tasted victory and didn't want it? Those five senses'll make sense to true bosses I've got a sixth sense for knowing there's truly from it Bond Street dongy, I know what the same cloth is, I know what the game offers Raise boffin, bake often, the sunshine till a leg in coffin, legacy Will they remember me, Dave? Pfft, well, I guess we don't know, that's why we wake up, go get it by ourselves And I'd love to tell you yes, but, bro, I question that myself Hell full of happiness, all somebody really needs Is some water I can give to my seed (Uh-huh) Heart cold like Courchevel, core Chanel, Tortoiseshell glasses that I bought this girl Toured the world, love, I can't seem to find it This the shit I do for women, I don't even like 'em Bro I need some guidance Guida–? Bro, I ain't no relationship advisor, but all of this defense won't make you striker God loves a tryer, David loves a liar But even a half's half a heart, so why could Cupid fire? Ayy, where's she from this time? Do your ting, bro? Every time, I see your new ting bro 'Cause you don't date, you Duolingo Ayy, big bro I don't know where you got that info, but that wasn't me I need that in record and in writing But still I love the game, it's enticing I moved out west and it's nice in these days, we driving Ah, your lifestyle bougie (Ah), lifestyle bougie (Ah, cool) I used to push a silver Porsche with two seats (Of course you did) Leatherbacks, cosy baby seats in the SUV You know I've been Naija and I've never had Egusi (So, blud, what was you eating?) Fried plaintin You ain't have the pepper soup, G? And it's "plantain", but trust me that's all Gucci listen (Aight here we go) I was in Jamaica having cow foot soup, in the middle of Greenwich like I'm a real ghetto yute Touched up town Monday and my killys gone shoot (Pump-pump-pump) I don't fuck with the gang, but still, I'm billing up a zoot Got me feeling like I must really have eyes in the back head (Mad) Range Rover television the interior Bread fell asleep in the whip becau' I feel like it Bed, I just wanna give thanks for this life to me Look, mic check, one, two, three, school diners Now we sacked off the sacks of off sea-salt living I'm co-funding to bring back peaceful villains Cah all these thirty-eight years, that's a evil sentence Like I don't love you no more Dave, I used to be married to the game, I'm a husband no more All these SM7B's ain't for us like before Mike Billie-Jeaned on that, they just discuss couple wars And they short change us Paper chasing all good till it's divorce papers Newspapers, court papers, they all write my wills They gon' talk about your won'ts till they divide your wills That's how family feels growing up so fast Twenty-six, feelin' like our lives on timers Lines in the face, she getting fillers to hide it And hoes lying 'bout their age like Nigerian strikers Sorry, waiter, can I get this food in containers? Had to move, it was dangerous Seen beautiful places, bro, I used to have braces Now it's my driver that's on a retainer But that's just testament to God in His favour And, bro, I wanted a favor, let's see each other more Catch up and make deets Cah the fans, they miss you, I know the fans, they miss me Let's make a track about this dinner and this stamp you gave me And base it on the book of Samuel, call it "Chapter 16" if you're down? So who's gonna get this one then? Hahahaha Aight, that's cool So, what's her name? Nah, I'm just fuckin' with you, just do your thing, man But trust me, don't overthink it Like, it is what it is, if it's gonna be something, it's gonna be something But I know you, I know you, you're like– You're thinking, five, ten years down the line Day at a time