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 the sun setting, pray the moon shine, it’s the 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
It’s 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
It’s 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, ‘front of desperate yutes
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 the mass of giants
[?], 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, but catch roxie?
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?
There was five senses, I’ll make sense to true bosses
I’ve got a sixth sense for knowing there’s truly from it
Bond Street donny, I know what the same cloth is, I know what the game offers
Raise boffin, bake of in, the sunshine till I lay 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
Health wealth 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 of my head (Mad)
Range Rover television the interior(Interior, bread)
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
