Letra de Chapter 16 - Dave

(Feat. Kano)

Mm, mm

Wagyu on the fifty-second floor just to take the piss

And 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 the sun settin'

Pray the moon shine, it's the prohibition, no ignition

Ran for two parties, it's the coalition

Rum and Red Bull like Max Verstappen, but the race is different

Taste is different, it's adult dancers in my pole positions

Youngers dyin' like they saved the game and could reload the mission

Wearin' jewellery, heard they're plottin' on me when I walk my ends

It's South London, somethin' you can't teach Streatham common sense

Eatin' 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 defibrillators, 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 actin' gained with you, we done lost in rap

You got a lot of years ahead of you

Some years'll worsen you and some will better you

If it's not positive, drop it, the street's residue

But keep a piece of yourself when you're sellin' you

This game ain't for the throne, and kings are checkable

It's to be a better you, envy's inevitable

And please take pics with your friends 'cause I'm tellin' you

This industry attention will sever crews

And a sip turns to an addiction of the jealous juice

Till they diss you again like you ain't fed 'em food

But if you whip Cullinans 'front of desperate yutes

You christen 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

Lookin' over your shoulder every time you turn keys

'Bout turned the other cheek, must a man be the bigger man?

I know he strap the fire, but it's the mass of giants

These be guessin', take it on the chin, you're an Aston buyer

And I'm biased, but my generation got the classic writers

Your gen', that's mostly your pen, you're the rap messiah

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 trophies in my storage, poor me

Ivor Novello don't rate a man, so be it

I was in '03 on the mic gettin' lourdy

You think you would have flourished in my era at one-forty?

It's quick to break jollof with you, swap knowledge

But sorry I didn't make no time back at Troxy

I watched your soundcheck that day, I saw promise

Then I came to your O2 show, I saw polish

But durin' all the pyrotechnics, I was ponderin', like

Do you have family, politics and problems?

Can you ever see when you're just someone's wallet?

Have you ever smelt when a cousinship turns rotten?

Tell me, do you ever hear from your brother and start sobbin'?

Tell me, have you ever touched a million and felt off-ish?

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 knowin' who's truly from it

Bond Street donny, I know what the same cloth is, I know what the game offers

Raise boffin, bake off in the sunshine till I lay in coffin, legacy

Will they remember me, Dave?

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

Health, wealth, happiness, all somebody really needs

And 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

Guid—? Bro, I ain't no relationship advisor

But all of this defence won't make you strike her

God loves a trier, David loves a liar

But even a harp's half a heart, so why could Cupid fire?

Ayy, where she from this time? Do your ting, bro

Every time I see you, 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 writin'

But still, I love the game, it's enticin'

I moved out West and it's nice, and these days, what you drivin'?

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 Naij' and I've never had Egusi (So, blud, what was you eatin'?)

Fried plantin

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 havin' cow foot soup

In the middle of Greenwich like I'm a real ghetto yute

Touched uptown Monday and my killy's gon' shoot (Pump, pump, pump)

I don't fuck with the ganja, still I'm billin' up a zoot

Got me feeling like (Like)

I must really have eyes in the back of my head (Right)

Range Rover television, the interior red (Interior red)

Fell asleep in the whip becah it feel like it a bed (Haha)

I just wanna give thanks for this life that we—

Look, mic check, one, two, free school dinners (Woo)

Now we sacked off the Saxa for sea-salt livin' (Tsk)

I'm go-fundin' to bring back peaceful villains

Cah all these thirty-eight years, that's a evil sentence (Yeah)

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 SM7Bs ain't for us like before

Mike Billie-Jeaned on that, they just discuss couple wars

And they short-change us

Paper chasin' all good till it's divorce papers

Newspapers, court papers, they all ride my wheels

They gon' talk about your won'ts, then they divide your wills

That's how family feels, growin' up so fast

Twenty-six, feelin' like our lives on timers

Lines in the face, she gettin' fillers to hide it

And hoes lyin' 'bout their age like Nigerian strikers (Haha)

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 and His favour

And, bro, I wanted a favour

Let's see each other more, catch up and make deeds

'Cause 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?

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 somethin', it's gonna be somethin'

But, but I know you, I know what you're like

You're thinkin' five, ten years down the line

Day at a time

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