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Dave - Chapter 16 (en) Lyrics
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
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Recharged and ready
to run, run, run
your teens, we shared dreams
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 settin'
Pray the moon shine, it's thе
prohibition, no ignition
Ran for two parties,
it's the coalition
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 this pressure I inherited from you,
it sounds funny, but it's true
As long as we got each other
You got a lot of years ahead of you
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Some years'll worsen you and
some will better you
If it's not positive, drop
it, the street's residue
This game ain't for the throne,
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and kings are checkable
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Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya,
It's to be a better you,
envy's inevitable
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
This industry attention
will sever crews
And a sip turns to an addiction
of the jealous juice
When they go low, we go
high, we go high
But if you whip Cullinans 'front
of desperate yutes
Them's the rules
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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
And I'm biased, but my generation
got the classic writers
Your gen', that's mostly your
pen, you're the rap messiah
But that's another story, I
ain't goated for the glory
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Couple trophies in my storage, poor me
I was in '03 on the mic gettin' lourdy
You think you would have flourished
in my era at one-forty?
with you, swap knowledge
You ain't seen nothin'
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)
Fell asleep in the whip becah
it feel like it a bed (Haha)
Some days you gotta take
some time to breathe
Look, mic check, one, two,
free school dinners (Woo)
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Now we sacked off the Saxa
for sea-salt livin' (Tsk)
'Cause it ain't meant to
shine in one place
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
in our sleep
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
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?
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
Ain't seen nothin'
'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
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