Chapter16

Chapter 16 (Explicit) - Dave/Kano

Lyrics by：Dave/Kano/James Blake/Jo Caleb

Composed by：Dave/Kano/James Blake/Jo Caleb

Produced by：Santan/James Blake

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 can reload the mission

Wearing jewelry heard there plotting when I walk my ends in South London

Suttin' you can't teach Streatham Common sense

Eating healthy cau' we trust our guts more than we trust our friends

Many frauds lot of man fake loyal imitators innovators

Take that **** to heart like defibrillator pah-pah-pah

Mothers shed tears and don't sleep for days weep for days

Killers celebrate with ID parades

Then you got the 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 game was you we done lost it back

You got a lot of years ahead of you

Some years are worse of you and some are better you

If it's not positive drop it the streets residue

But keep a piece of yourself when your selling you

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

It's to be a better you envys inevitable

And please take pics with your friends

Cause I'm telling you this industry attention will severe cruise

And a sick terms to a addition to the jealous Jews

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

But if you whip Cullinan's **** a desperate yute

You Chris in a Benz then the devils due

Them's the rules

You made it laying it this bed ain't new

But let's keep it true you know your reckless with protects and jewels

Flexers do what flexers do and steppers do what steppers do beef

Looking over your shoulder every time you turn keys

'Bout turned a gover cheek

Must a man be the bigger man

I know we strap the fire but that's the massive giant

These big essence take on the chin yeah but that's the buyer

And I'm bias but my generation got the classic writers

Your gen that's mostly your pain your the rap messiah

You and Simbi go grab the accolades that they never give me

But's that's another story I ain't goated for the glory

Couple trophy's in my storage Pawn B

Ivan 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 trocky