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thing man, but trust me don't overthink it\nIt is what it is, if it's gonna be something, it's gonna be something\nBut I know you, I know what you're like - you're thinking 5, 10 years down the line\nDay at a time","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.13] Wagyu on the 52nd floor just to take the piss\n[00:14.60] And somehow we've had to deal with higher stakes than this\n[00:17.58] You're the reason that I take the risk\n[00:19.25] Had me on your tour team, I studied you since I was 14\n[00:22.42] I wanna know, what life was like in your teens\n[00:25.00] We shared dreams, and even when we shared screens\n[00:27.45] I couldn't get no face time, I got questions like\n[00:29.71] How'd you do it?\n[00:30.48] Do you have regrets?\n[00:31.11] Like, what's your life like?\n[00:32.26] See mine is like the sun setting, pray the moon shine, it's the prohibition\n[00:35.78] No ignition, ran for two parties, it's the coalition\n[00:38.30] Rum and Red Bull\n[00:39.07] Like Max Verstappen, but the race is different, taste is different\n[00:41.61] It's adult dancers in my poll position\n[00:43.33] Young'uns dying like they saved the game and could reload the mission\n[00:46.21] Wearing jewellery, heard they plotting on me when I walk my ends\n[00:48.61] It's South London, something you can't teach\n[00:50.39] Streatham Common sense\n[00:51.30] Eating healthy cah we trust our guts more than we trust our friends\n[00:54.05] Many frauds, lotta man fake, lotta imitators\n[00:56.85] Innovators, take that shit to heart like defibrillators\n[00:59.25] Pap, pap, pap\n[01:00.05] Mothers shed tears and don't sleep for days, weep for days\n[01:02.68] And killers celebrate with I.D parades\n[01:04.72] Then you got this scene I face\n[01:06.22] And this pressure I inherited from you, it sounds funny, but it's true\n[01:10.13] I loved you on the big screen, but bro I want you back\n[01:12.58] Cause what acting gained with you, we done lost in rap\n[01:14.83] You got a lot of years ahead of you\n[01:16.80] Some years will worsen you and some will better you\n[01:19.02] If it's not positive drop it, the street's residue\n[01:22.13] But keep a piece of yourself when you're selling you\n[01:24.58] This game ain't for the throne and Kings are checkable\n[01:27.37] It's to be a better you, envy's inevitable\n[01:29.85] And please take pics with your friends, cause I'm telling you this\n[01:32.59] Industry attention will sever crews, and a sip turns to an addiction of the jealous juice\n[01:36.33] Till they diss you again like you ain't fed 'em food\n[01:38.07] But if you whip Cullinan's 'front of desperate youts\n[01:40.26] You christen a Benz then the devils due\n[01:43.35] Dems the rules\n[01:45.23] You made it, lay in it, this bed ain't new\n[01:47.06] But let's keep it true\n[01:47.74] You know you're reckless with Patek's and jewels\n[01:49.70] Flexers do what flexers do\n[01:50.76] And steppers do what steppers do, beef\n[01:52.57] Looking over your shoulder every time you turn keys\n[01:54.91] 'Bout turn the other cheek, must a man be the bigger man\n[01:57.98] I know he strap the fire, but that's the mass of giants\n[02:00.25] These B.S'ing\n[02:01.01] Take it on the chin, you're an Aston buyer, and I'm biased\n[02:03.53] But my generation got the classic writers\n[02:05.51] Your gen, it's mostly your pen, you're the rap Messiah\n[02:07.87] You and Simbi\n[02:08.59] Go grab the accolades that they would never give me\n[02:10.79] But that's another story, I ain't goated for the glory\n[02:13.09] Couple trophies in my storage, poor me\n[02:15.32] Ivor Novello don't rate a man, so be it\n[02:17.93] I was in '03 on the mic getting lordy\n[02:20.58] You think you would have flourished in my era at 140\n[02:22.75] It's great to break jollof with you, swap knowledge\n[02:25.65] But sorry I didn't make no time back at Troxy\n[02:28.20] I watched your soundcheck that day I saw promise\n[02:30.89] Then I came to your O2 show, I saw polish\n[02:33.52] But during all the pyrotechnics I was pondering like\n[02:36.39] Do you have family politics and problems\n[02:38.95] Can you ever see you when you're just someone's wallet\n[02:41.52] Have you ever smelt when a cousinship turns rotten\n[02:43.71] Tell me, do you ever hear from your brother and start sobbing\n[02:46.42] Tell me, have you ever touched a million and felt offish\n[02:49.29] Tell me, have you ever tasted victory and didn't want it\n[02:51.87] Those five senses will make sense to true bosses\n[02:54.55] I got a sixth sense for knowing who's truly from it\n[02:57.34] Bond Street donny, I know what the same cloth is\n[02:59.71] I know what the game offers\n[03:01.35] Raise boffin, bake off in, the sunshine till I lay in coffin, legacy\n[03:07.70] Would they remember me Dave?\n[03:10.28] Well, I guess we don't know\n[03:11.67] That's why we wake up, go get it by ourselves\n[03:13.68] And I'd love to tell you yes, but bro I question that myself\n[03:16.04] Health, wealth, happiness, all somebody really needs\n[03:18.78] And some water I could give to my seed\n[03:21.02] Heart cold like Courchevel\n[03:22.36] Core Chanel tortoise shell\n[03:23.86] Glasses that I bought this girl\n[03:25.01] Toured the world\n[03:25.76] Love, I can't seem to find it\n[03:27.45] This the shit I do for women, I don't even like 'em\n[03:29.93] Bro I need some guidance\n[03:31.18] Aight bro, I ain't no, relationship advisor\n[03:33.84] But all of this defence won't make you striker\n[03:36.59] God loves a trier\n[03:37.93] David loves a lyre\n[03:39.04] But even a harp's half a heart, so how could cupid fire\n[03:41.98] Aye where she from this time, do your ting bro\n[03:44.25] Every time I see you - new ting bro\n[03:45.94] Cuz you don't date, you Duolingo\n[03:47.83] Aye, big bro, I don't know where you got that info, but that wasn't me\n[03:51.38] I need that in record and in writing\n[03:53.25] But still, I love the game it's enticing\n[03:55.45] I moved out West and it's 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dinners\n[04:38.04] Now we sacked off the Saxa for sea-salt living\n[04:40.60] I'm go-funding to bring back peaceful villains\n[04:43.07] Cah all these 38 years - that's evil sentence\n[04:45.68] Like I don't love you no more\n[04:47.68] Dave, I used to be married to the game\n[04:49.71] I'm a husband - no more\n[04:51.04] All these SM7B's ain't for us like before\n[04:53.77] Mike Billy Jeaned on that, they just discuss couple wars\n[04:56.26] And they short change us\n[04:57.66] Paper chasing the is all good till it's the divorce papers\n[05:00.01] Newspapers, court papers, they all ride my wheels\n[05:02.94] They gon' talk about your won'ts till divide your wills\n[05:05.53] That's how family feels\n[05:06.87] Growing up so fast\n[05:08.62] 26 feeling like our lives on timers\n[05:10.85] Lines in the face, she getting fillers to hide it\n[05:13.58] And hoes lying 'bout their age like Nigerian strikers\n[05:16.23] Sorry, waiter, can I get this food in containers\n[05:18.80] Had to 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Till they diss you again like you ain't fed 'em food\n  But if you whip Cullinan's 'front of desperate youts\n  You christen a Benz then the devils due\n\n  Dems the rules\n  You made it, lay in it, this bed ain't new\n  But let's keep it true\n  You know you're reckless with Patek's and jewels\n  Flexers do what flexers do\n  And steppers do what steppers do, beef\n\n  Looking over your shoulder every time you turn keys\n  'Bout turn the other cheek, must a man be the bigger man\n  I know he strap the fire, but that's the mass of giants\n  These B.S'ing\n  Take it on the chin, you're an Aston buyer, and I'm biased\n\n  But my generation got the classic writers\n  Your gen, it's mostly your pen, you're the rap Messiah\n  You and Simbi\n  Go grab the accolades that they would never give me\n  But that's another story, I ain't goated for the glory\n\n  Couple trophies in my storage, poor me\n  Ivor Novello don't rate a man, so be it\n  I was in '03 on the mic getting lordy\n  You think 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 Eating healthy cah we trust our guts more than we trust our friends\n  Many frauds, lotta man fake, lotta imitators\n  Innovators, take that shit to heart like defibrillators\n  Pap, pap, pap\n  Mothers shed tears and don't sleep for days, weep for days\n\n  And killers celebrate with I.D parades\n  Then you got this scene I face\n  And this pressure I inherited from you, it sounds funny, but it's true\n  I loved you on the big screen, but bro I want you back\n  Cause what acting gained with you, we done lost in rap\n\n  You got a lot of years ahead of you\n  Some years will worsen you and some will better you\n  If it's not positive drop it, the street's residue\n  But keep a piece of yourself when you're selling you\n\n  This game ain't for the throne and Kings are checkable\n  It's to be a better you, envy's inevitable\n  And please take pics with your friends, cause I'm telling you this\n  Industry attention will sever crews, and a sip turns to an addiction of the jealous juice\n  Till they diss you again like you ain't fed 'em food\n  But if you whip Cullinan's 'front of desperate youts\n  You christen a Benz then the devils due\n\n  Dems the rules\n  You made it, lay in it, this bed ain't new\n  But let's keep it true\n  You know you're reckless with Patek's and jewels\n  Flexers do what flexers do\n  And steppers do what steppers do, beef\n\n  Looking over your shoulder every time you turn keys\n  'Bout turn the other cheek, must a man be the bigger man\n  I know he strap the fire, but that's the mass of giants\n  These B.S'ing\n  Take it on the chin, you're an Aston buyer, and I'm biased\n\n  But my generation got the classic writers\n  Your gen, it's mostly your pen, you're the rap Messiah\n  You and Simbi\n  Go grab the accolades that they would never give me\n  But that's another story, I ain't goated for the glory\n\n  Couple trophies in my storage, poor me\n  Ivor Novello don't rate a man, so be it\n  I was in '03 on the mic getting lordy\n  You think you would have flourished in my era at 140\n  It's great to break jollof with you, swap knowledge\n  But sorry I didn't make no time back at Troxy\n  I watched your soundcheck that day I saw promise\n  Then I came to your O2 show, I saw polish\n\n  But during all the pyrotechnics I was pondering like\n  Do you have family politics and problems\n  Can you ever see you when you're just someone's wallet\n  Have you ever smelt when a cousinship turns rotten\n  Tell me, do you ever hear from your brother and start sobbing\n  Tell me, have you ever touched a million and felt offish\n  Tell me, have you ever tasted victory and didn't want it\n  Those five senses will make sense to true bosses\n\n  I got a sixth sense for knowing who's truly from it\n  Bond Street donny, I know what the same cloth is\n  I know what the game offers\n  Raise boffin, bake off in, the sunshine till I lay in coffin, legacy\n  Would they remember me Dave?\n\n  Well, I guess we don't know\n  That's why we wake up, go get it by ourselves\n  And I'd love to tell you yes, but bro I question that myself\n  Health, wealth, happiness, all somebody really needs\n  And some water I could give to my seed\n\n  Heart cold like Courchevel\n  Core Chanel tortoise shell\n  Glasses that I bought this girl\n  Toured the world\n  Love, I can't seem to find it\n  This the shit I do for women, I don't even like 'em\n  Bro I need some guidance\n\n  Aight bro, I ain't no, relationship advisor\n  But all of this defence won't make you striker\n  God loves a trier\n  David loves a lyre\n  But even a harp's half a heart, so how could cupid fire\n  Aye where she from this time, do your ting bro\n  Every time I see you - new ting bro\n  Cuz you don't date, you Duolingo\n\n  Aye, big bro, I don't know where you got that info, but that wasn't me\n  I need that in record and in writing\n  But still, I love the game it's enticing\n  I moved out West and it's nice, and these days what you driving\n\n  Your lifestyle bougie, lifestyle bougie, I used to push a silver Porsche with two seats\n  Now the Max Cosi baby seats in the SUV\n  You know I've been Naij and I never had egusi\n\n  So blood, what was you eating\n\n  Fried plantain\n\n  You ain't had the pepper soup G and it's plantain but trust me, that's all Gucci\n  Listen, I was in Jamaica having cow foot soup\n  In the middle of Greenwich like I'm a real ghetto yout\n  Touched uptown Monday and my killy's garn shoot\n  I don't fuck with the ganja still l'm billing up a zoot\n\n  Got I'm feeling like, I must\n  Really have, eyes in the back of my\n  Head, Range Rover television\n  The interior Red\n  Fell asleep in the whip becah it feel like a bed\n  I just wanna give thanks for this life that we\n\n  Mic check one, two, free school dinners\n  Now we sacked off the Saxa for sea-salt living\n  I'm go-funding to bring back peaceful villains\n  Cah all these 38 years - that's evil sentence\n  Like I don't love you no more\n  Dave, I used to be married to the game\n  I'm a husband - no more\n  All these SM7B's ain't for us like before\n  Mike Billy Jeaned on that, they just discuss couple wars\n\n  And they short change us\n  Paper chasing the is all good till it's the divorce papers\n  Newspapers, court papers, they all ride my wheels\n  They gon' talk about your won'ts till divide your wills\n  That's how family feels\n  Growing up so fast\n  26 feeling like our lives on timers\n  Lines in the face, she getting fillers to hide it\n  And hoes lying 'bout their age like Nigerian strikers\n\n  Sorry, waiter, can I get this food in containers\n  Had to move it was dangerous\n  Seen beautiful places\n  Bro used to have braces, now it's my driver that's on a retainer\n  But that's just testament to God and his favour\n  And bro, I wanted a favour\n\n  Let's see each other more, catch up and make beats\n  Cah the fans they miss you, I know the fans they miss me\n  Let's make a track about this dinner and the stamp you gave me\n  And base it on the book of Samuel - call it Chapter 16, if you're down\n\n  So who's gonna get this one, then?\n  That's cool\n  So what's her name?\n  Nah I'm just fucking with you just do your thing man, but trust me don't overthink it\n  It is what it is, if it's gonna be something, it's gonna be something\n  But I know you, I know what you're like - you're thinking 5, 10 years down the line\n  Day at a time\n"},{"id":29885332,"name":"Chapter 16","trackName":"Chapter 16","artistName":"Dave","albumName":"","duration":419.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Intro: James Blake]\nMm, mm\n\n[Verse 1: Dave]\nWagyu on the fifty-second floor just to take the piss\nAnd somehow we've had to deal with higher stakes than this\nYou're the reason that I take the risk\nHad me on your tour team, I studied you since I was fourteen\nI wanna know what life was like in your teens, we shared dreams\nAnd even when we shared screens, I couldn't get no face time\nI got questions like, \"How'd you do it?\", \"Do you have regrets?\", like, \"What's your life like?\"\nSee, mine was like thе sun settin'\nPray the moon shine, it's thе prohibition, no ignition\nRan for two parties, it's the coalition\nRum and Red Bull like Max Verstappen, but the race is different\nTaste is different, it's adult dancers in my pole positions\nYoungers dyin' like they saved the game and could reload the mission\nWearin' jewellery, heard they're plottin' on me when I walk my ends\nIt's South London, somethin' you can't teach Streatham common sense\nEatin' healthy cah we trust our guts more than we trust our friends\nMany frauds, lot of man fake, lot of imitators, innovators\nTake that shit to heart like defibrillators, pah, pah, pah\nMothers shed tears and don't sleep for days, weep for days\nAnd killers celebrate with ID parades, then you got this scene I face\nAnd this pressure I inherited from you, it sounds funny, but it's true\nI loved you on the big screen, but bro, I want you back\n'Cause what actin' gained with you, we done lost in rap\nYou might also like\nThe Boy Who Played the Harp\nDave\nSelfish\nDave & James Blake\nRaindance\nDave & Tems\n[Verse 2: Kano]\nYou got a lot of years ahead of you\nSome years'll worsen you and some will better you\nIf it's not positive, drop it, the street's residue\nBut keep a piece of yourself when you're sellin' you\nThis game ain't for the throne, and kings are checkable\nIt's to be a better you, envy's inevitable\nAnd please take pics with your friends 'cause I'm tellin' you\nThis industry attention will sever crews\nAnd a sip turns to an addiction of the jealous juice\nTill they diss you again like you ain't fed 'em food\nBut if you whip Cullinans 'front of desperate yutes\nYou christen a Benz, then the Devil's due\nThem's the rules\nYou made it, lay in it, this bed ain't new\nBut let's keep it true, you know you're reckless with Pateks and jewels\nFlexers do what flexers do, and steppers do what steppers do, beef\nLookin' over your shoulder every time you turn keys\n'Bout turned the other cheek, must a man be the bigger man?\nI know he strap the fire, but it's the mass of giants\nThese be guessin', take it on the chin, you're an Aston buyer\nAnd I'm biased, but my generation got the classic writers\nYour gen', that's mostly your pen, you're the rap messiah\nYou and Simbi, go grab the accolades that they would never give me\nBut that's another story, I ain't goated for the glory\nCouple trophies in my storage, poor me\nIvor Novello don't rate a man, so be it\nI was in '03 on the mic gettin' lourdy\nYou think you would have flourished in my era at one-forty?\nIt's quick to break jollof with you, swap knowledge\nBut sorry I didn't make no time back at Troxy\nI watched your soundcheck that day, I saw promise\nThen I came to your O2 show, I saw polish\nBut durin' all the pyrotechnics, I was ponderin', like\nDo you have family, politics and problems?\nCan you ever see when you're just someone's wallet?\nHave you ever smelt when a cousinship turns rotten?\nTell me, do you ever hear from your brother and start sobbin'?\nTell me, have you ever touched a million and felt off-ish?\nTell me, have you ever tasted victory and didn't want it?\nThose five senses'll make sense to true bosses\nI've got a sixth sense for knowin' who's truly from it\nBond Street donny, I know what the same cloth is, I know what the game offers\nRaise boffin, bake off in the sunshine till I lay in coffin, legacy\nWill they remember me, Dave?\n[Verse 3: Dave & Kano]\nWell, I guess we don't know, that's why we wake up, go get it by ourselves\nAnd I'd love to tell you yes, but bro, I question that myself\nHealth, wealth, happiness, all somebody really needs\nAnd some water I can give to my seed (Uh-huh)\nHeart cold like Courchevel, core Chanel\nTortoiseshell glasses that I bought this girl\nToured the world, love, I can't seem to find it\nThis the shit I do for women, I don't even like 'em\nBro, I need some guidance\nGuid—? Bro, I ain't no relationship advisor\nBut all of this defence won't make you strike her\nGod loves a trier, David loves a liar\nBut even a harp's half a heart, so why could Cupid fire?\nAyy, where she from this time? Do your ting, bro\nEvery time I see you, new ting, bro\n'Cause you don't date, you Duolingo\nAyy, big bro\nI don't know where you got that info, but that wasn't me\nI need that in record and in writin'\nBut still, I love the game, it's enticin'\nI moved out West and it's nice, and these days, what you drivin'?\nAh, your lifestyle bougie (Ah), lifestyle bougie (Ah, cool)\nI used to push a silver Porsche with two seats (Of course you did)\nLeatherbacks, cosy baby seats in the SUV\nYou know I've been Naij' and I've never had Egusi (So, blud, what was you eatin'?)\nFried plantin\nYou ain't have the pepper soup, G? And it's \"Plantain\"\nBut trust me, that's all gucci, listen (Aight, here we go)\nI was in Jamaica havin' cow foot soup\nIn the middle of Greenwich like I'm a real ghetto yute\nTouched uptown Monday and my killy's gon' shoot (Pump, pump, pump)\nI don't fuck with the ganja, still I'm billin' up a zoot\nGot me feeling like (Like)\nI must really have eyes in the back of my head (Right)\nRange Rover television, the interior red (Interior red)\nFell asleep in the whip becah it feel like it a bed (Haha)\nI just wanna give thanks for this life that we—\nLook, mic check, one, two, free school dinners (Woo)\nNow we sacked off the Saxa for sea-salt livin' (Tsk)\nI'm go-fundin' to bring back peaceful villains\nCah all these thirty-eight years, that's a evil sentence (Yeah)\nLike, \"I don't love you no more\"\nDave, I used to be married to the game, I'm a husband no more\nAll these SM7Bs ain't for us like before\nMike Billie-Jeaned on that, they just discuss couple wars\nAnd they short-change us\nPaper chasin' all good till it's divorce papers\nNewspapers, court papers, they all ride my wheels\nThey gon' talk about your won'ts, then they divide your wills\nThat's how family feels, growin' up so fast\nTwenty-six, feelin' like our lives on timers\nLines in the face, she gettin' fillers to hide it\nAnd hoes lyin' 'bout their age like Nigerian strikers (Haha)\nSorry, waiter, can I get this food in containers?\nHad to move, it was dangerous\nSeen beautiful places, bro, I used to have braces\nNow it's my driver that's on a retainer\nBut that's just testament to God and His favour\nAnd, bro, I wanted a favour\nLet's see each other more, catch up and make deeds\n'Cause the fans, they miss you, I know the fans, they miss me\nLet's make a track about this dinner and this stamp you gave me\nAnd base it on the Book of Samuel, call it \"Chapter 16\" if you're down\n[Outro: Kano]\nSo who's gonna get this one then?\nAight, that's cool\nSo what's her name?\nNah, I'm just fuckin' with you, just do your thing, man\nBut trust me, don't overthink it\nLike it is what it is, if it's gonna be somethin', it's gonna be somethin'\nBut, but I know you, I know what you're like\nYou're thinkin' five, ten years down the line\nDay at a time","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Chapter 16\n  artist: Dave\n  duration_ms: 419000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Intro: James Blake]\n  Mm, mm\n\n  [Verse 1: Dave]\n  Wagyu on the fifty-second floor just to take the piss\n  And somehow we've had to deal with higher stakes than this\n  You're the reason that I take the risk\n  Had me on your tour team, I studied you since I was fourteen\n  I wanna know what life was like in your teens, we shared dreams\n  And even when we shared screens, I couldn't get no face time\n  I got questions like, \"How'd you do it?\", \"Do you have regrets?\", like, \"What's your life like?\"\n  See, mine was like thе sun settin'\n  Pray the moon shine, it's thе prohibition, no ignition\n  Ran for two parties, it's the coalition\n  Rum and Red Bull like Max Verstappen, but the race is different\n  Taste is different, it's adult dancers in my pole positions\n  Youngers dyin' like they saved the game and could reload the mission\n  Wearin' jewellery, heard they're plottin' on me when I walk my ends\n  It's South London, somethin' you can't teach Streatham common sense\n  Eatin' healthy cah we trust our guts more than we trust our friends\n  Many frauds, lot of man fake, lot of imitators, innovators\n  Take that shit to heart like defibrillators, pah, pah, pah\n  Mothers shed tears and don't sleep for days, weep for days\n  And killers celebrate with ID parades, then you got this scene I face\n  And this pressure I inherited from you, it sounds funny, but it's true\n  I loved you on the big screen, but bro, I want you back\n  'Cause what actin' gained with you, we done lost in rap\n  You might also like\n  The Boy Who Played the Harp\n  Dave\n  Selfish\n  Dave & James Blake\n  Raindance\n  Dave & Tems\n  [Verse 2: Kano]\n  You got a lot of years ahead of you\n  Some years'll worsen you and some will better you\n  If it's not positive, drop it, the street's residue\n  But keep a piece of yourself when you're sellin' you\n  This game ain't for the throne, and kings are checkable\n  It's to be a better you, envy's inevitable\n  And please take pics with your friends 'cause I'm tellin' you\n  This industry attention will sever crews\n  And a sip turns to an addiction of the jealous juice\n  Till they diss you again like you ain't fed 'em food\n  But if you whip Cullinans 'front of desperate yutes\n  You christen a Benz, then the Devil's due\n  Them's the rules\n  You made it, lay in it, this bed ain't new\n  But let's keep it true, you know you're reckless with Pateks and jewels\n  Flexers do what flexers do, and steppers do what steppers do, beef\n  Lookin' over your shoulder every time you turn keys\n  'Bout turned the other cheek, must a man be the bigger man?\n  I know he strap the fire, but it's the mass of giants\n  These be guessin', take it on the chin, you're an Aston buyer\n  And I'm biased, but my generation got the classic writers\n  Your gen', that's mostly your pen, you're the rap messiah\n  You and Simbi, go grab the accolades that they would never give me\n  But that's another story, I ain't goated for the glory\n  Couple trophies in my storage, poor me\n  Ivor Novello don't rate a man, so be it\n  I was in '03 on the mic gettin' lourdy\n  You think you would have flourished in my era at one-forty?\n  It's quick to break jollof with you, swap knowledge\n  But sorry I didn't make no time back at Troxy\n  I watched your soundcheck that day, I saw promise\n  Then I came to your O2 show, I saw polish\n  But durin' all the pyrotechnics, I was ponderin', like\n  Do you have family, politics and problems?\n  Can you ever see when you're just someone's wallet?\n  Have you ever smelt when a cousinship turns rotten?\n  Tell me, do you ever hear from your brother and start sobbin'?\n  Tell me, have you ever touched a million and felt off-ish?\n  Tell me, have you ever tasted victory and didn't want it?\n  Those five senses'll make sense to true bosses\n  I've got a sixth sense for knowin' who's truly from it\n  Bond Street donny, I know what the same cloth is, I know what the game offers\n  Raise boffin, bake off in the sunshine till I lay in coffin, legacy\n  Will they remember me, Dave?\n  [Verse 3: Dave & Kano]\n  Well, I guess we don't know, that's why we wake up, go get it by ourselves\n  And I'd love to tell you yes, but bro, I question that myself\n  Health, wealth, happiness, all somebody really needs\n  And some water I can give to my seed (Uh-huh)\n  Heart cold like Courchevel, core Chanel\n  Tortoiseshell glasses that I bought this girl\n  Toured the world, love, I can't seem to find it\n  This the shit I do for women, I don't even like 'em\n  Bro, I need some guidance\n  Guid—? Bro, I ain't no relationship advisor\n  But all of this defence won't make you strike her\n  God loves a trier, David loves a liar\n  But even a harp's half a heart, so why could Cupid fire?\n  Ayy, where she from this time? Do your ting, bro\n  Every time I see you, new ting, bro\n  'Cause you don't date, you Duolingo\n  Ayy, big bro\n  I don't know where you got that info, but that wasn't me\n  I need that in record and in writin'\n  But still, I love the game, it's enticin'\n  I moved out West and it's nice, and these days, what you drivin'?\n  Ah, your lifestyle bougie (Ah), lifestyle bougie (Ah, cool)\n  I used to push a silver Porsche with two seats (Of course you did)\n  Leatherbacks, cosy baby seats in the SUV\n  You know I've been Naij' and I've never had Egusi (So, blud, what was you eatin'?)\n  Fried plantin\n  You ain't have the pepper soup, G? And it's \"Plantain\"\n  But trust me, that's all gucci, listen (Aight, here we go)\n  I was in Jamaica havin' cow foot soup\n  In the middle of Greenwich like I'm a real ghetto yute\n  Touched uptown Monday and my killy's gon' shoot (Pump, pump, pump)\n  I don't fuck with the ganja, still I'm billin' up a zoot\n  Got me feeling like (Like)\n  I must really have eyes in the back of my head (Right)\n  Range Rover television, the interior red (Interior red)\n  Fell asleep in the whip becah it feel like it a bed (Haha)\n  I just wanna give thanks for this life that we—\n  Look, mic check, one, two, free school dinners (Woo)\n  Now we sacked off the Saxa for sea-salt livin' (Tsk)\n  I'm go-fundin' to bring back peaceful villains\n  Cah all these thirty-eight years, that's a evil sentence (Yeah)\n  Like, \"I don't love you no more\"\n  Dave, I used to be married to the game, I'm a husband no more\n  All these SM7Bs ain't for us like before\n  Mike Billie-Jeaned on that, they just discuss couple wars\n  And they short-change us\n  Paper chasin' all good till it's divorce papers\n  Newspapers, court papers, they all ride my wheels\n  They gon' talk about your won'ts, then they divide your wills\n  That's how family feels, growin' up so fast\n  Twenty-six, feelin' like our lives on timers\n  Lines in the face, she gettin' fillers to hide it\n  And hoes lyin' 'bout their age like Nigerian strikers (Haha)\n  Sorry, waiter, can I get this food in containers?\n  Had to move, it was dangerous\n  Seen beautiful places, bro, I used to have braces\n  Now it's my driver that's on a retainer\n  But that's just testament to God and His favour\n  And, bro, I wanted a favour\n  Let's see each other more, catch up and make deeds\n  'Cause the fans, they miss you, I know the fans, they miss me\n  Let's make a track about this dinner and this stamp you gave me\n  And base it on the Book of Samuel, call it \"Chapter 16\" if you're down\n  [Outro: Kano]\n  So who's gonna get this one then?\n  Aight, that's cool\n  So what's her name?\n  Nah, I'm just fuckin' with you, just do your thing, man\n  But trust me, don't overthink it\n  Like it is what it is, if it's gonna be somethin', it's gonna be somethin'\n  But, but I know you, I know what you're like\n  You're thinkin' five, ten years down the line\n  Day at a time\n"},{"id":24981257,"name":"Chapter 16","trackName":"Chapter 16","artistName":"Dave","albumName":"Kano","duration":381.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Wagyu on the 52nd floor just to take the piss\nAnd somehow we've had to deal with higher stakes than this\nYou're the reason that I take the risk\nHad me on your tour team, I studied you since I was 14\n\nI wanna know, what life was like in your teens\nWe shared dreams, and even when we shared screens\nI couldn't get no face time, I got questions like\nHow'd you do it?\nDo you have regrets?\nLike, what's your life like?\nSee mine is like the sun setting, pray the moon shine, it's the prohibition\n\nNo ignition, ran for two parties, it's the coalition\nRum and Red Bull\nLike Max Verstappen, but the race is different, taste is different\nIt's adult dancers in my poll position\nYoung'uns dying like they saved the game and could reload the mission\nWearing jewellery, heard they plotting on me when I walk my ends\nIt's South London, something you can't teach\nStreatham Common sense\n\nEating healthy cah we trust our guts more than we trust our friends\nMany frauds, lotta man fake, lotta imitators\nInnovators, take that shit to heart like defibrillators\nPap, pap, pap\nMothers shed tears and don't sleep for days, weep for days\n\nAnd killers celebrate with I.D parades\nThen you got this scene I face\nAnd this pressure I inherited from you, it sounds funny, but it's true\nI loved you on the big screen, but bro I want you back\nCause what acting gained with you, we done lost in rap\n\nYou got a lot of years ahead of you\nSome years will worsen you and some will better you\nIf it's not positive drop it, the street's residue\nBut keep a piece of yourself when you're selling you\n\nThis game ain't for the throne and Kings are checkable\nIt's to be a better you, envy's inevitable\nAnd please take pics with your friends, cause I'm telling you this\nIndustry attention will sever crews, and a sip turns to an addiction of the jealous juice\nTill they diss you again like you ain't fed 'em food\nBut if you whip Cullinan's 'front of desperate youts\nYou christen a Benz then the devils due\n\nDems the rules\nYou made it, lay in it, this bed ain't new\nBut let's keep it true\nYou know you're reckless with Patek's and jewels\nFlexers do what flexers do\nAnd steppers do what steppers do, beef\n\nLooking over your shoulder every time you turn keys\n'Bout turn the other cheek, must a man be the bigger man\nI know he strap the fire, but that's the mass of giants\nThese B.S'ing\nTake it on the chin, you're an Aston buyer, and I'm biased\n\nBut my generation got the classic writers\nYour gen, it's mostly your pen, you're the rap Messiah\nYou and Simbi\nGo grab the accolades that they would never give me\nBut that's another story, I ain't goated for the glory\n\nCouple trophies in my storage, poor me\nIvor Novello don't rate a man, so be it\nI was in '03 on the mic getting lordy\nYou think you would have flourished in my era at 140\nIt's great to break jollof with you, swap knowledge\nBut sorry I didn't make no time back at Troxy\nI watched your soundcheck that day I saw promise\nThen I came to your O2 show, I saw polish\n\nBut during all the pyrotechnics I was pondering like\nDo you have family politics and problems\nCan you ever see you when you're just someone's wallet\nHave you ever smelt when a cousinship turns rotten\nTell me, do you ever hear from your brother and start sobbing\nTell me, have you ever touched a million and felt offish\nTell me, have you ever tasted victory and didn't want it\nThose five senses will make sense to true bosses\n\nI got a sixth sense for knowing who's truly from it\nBond Street donny, I know what the same cloth is\nI know what the game offers\nRaise boffin, bake off in, the sunshine till I lay in coffin, legacy\nWould they remember me Dave?\n\nWell, I guess we don't know\nThat's why we wake up, go get it by ourselves\nAnd I'd love to tell you yes, but bro I question that myself\nHealth, wealth, happiness, all somebody really needs\nAnd some water I could give to my seed\n\nHeart cold like Courchevel\nCore Chanel tortoise shell\nGlasses that I bought this girl\nToured the world\nLove, I can't seem to find it\nThis the shit I do for women, I don't even like 'em\nBro I need some guidance\n\nAight bro, I ain't no, relationship advisor\nBut all of this defence won't make you striker\nGod loves a trier\nDavid loves a lyre\nBut even a harp's half a heart, so how could cupid fire\nAye where she from this time, do your ting bro\nEvery time I see you - new ting bro\nCuz you don't date, you 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never had egusi\n[04:08.11] So blood, what was you eating\n[04:09.34] Fried plantain\n[04:10.36] You ain't had the pepper soup G and it's plantain but trust me, that's all Gucci\n[04:13.92] Listen, I was in Jamaica having cow foot soup\n[04:16.02] In the middle of Greenwich like I'm a real ghetto yout\n[04:18.73] Touched uptown Monday and my killy's garn shoot\n[04:21.61] I don't fuck with the ganja still l'm billing up a zoot\n[04:24.08] Got I'm feeling like, I must\n[04:25.73] Really have, eyes in the back of my\n[04:27.73] Head, Range Rover television\n[04:29.33] The interior Red\n[04:30.68] Fell asleep in the whip becah it feel like a bed\n[04:33.25] I just wanna give thanks for this life that we\n[04:35.59] Mic check one, two, free school dinners\n[04:38.04] Now we sacked off the Saxa for sea-salt living\n[04:40.60] I'm go-funding to bring back peaceful villains\n[04:43.07] Cah all these 38 years - that's evil sentence\n[04:45.68] Like I don't love you no more\n[04:47.68] Dave, I 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shared dreams, and even when we shared screens\n  I couldn't get no face time, I got questions like\n  How'd you do it?\n  Do you have regrets?\n  Like, what's your life like?\n  See mine is like the sun setting, pray the moon shine, it's the prohibition\n\n  No ignition, ran for two parties, it's the coalition\n  Rum and Red Bull\n  Like Max Verstappen, but the race is different, taste is different\n  It's adult dancers in my poll position\n  Young'uns dying like they saved the game and could reload the mission\n  Wearing jewellery, heard they plotting on me when I walk my ends\n  It's South London, something you can't teach\n  Streatham Common sense\n\n  Eating healthy cah we trust our guts more than we trust our friends\n  Many frauds, lotta man fake, lotta imitators\n  Innovators, take that shit to heart like defibrillators\n  Pap, pap, pap\n  Mothers shed tears and don't sleep for days, weep for days\n\n  And killers celebrate with I.D parades\n  Then you got this scene I face\n  And this pressure I inherited from you, it sounds funny, but it's true\n  I loved you on the big screen, but bro I want you back\n  Cause what acting gained with you, we done lost in rap\n\n  You got a lot of years ahead of you\n  Some years will worsen you and some will better you\n  If it's not positive drop it, the street's residue\n  But keep a piece of yourself when you're selling you\n\n  This game ain't for the throne and Kings are checkable\n  It's to be a better you, envy's inevitable\n  And please take pics with your friends, cause I'm telling you this\n  Industry attention will sever crews, and a sip turns to an addiction of the jealous juice\n  Till they diss you again like you ain't fed 'em food\n  But if you whip Cullinan's 'front of desperate youts\n  You christen a Benz then the devils due\n\n  Dems the rules\n  You made it, lay in it, this bed ain't new\n  But let's keep it true\n  You know you're reckless with Patek's and jewels\n  Flexers do what flexers do\n  And 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and problems\n  Can you ever see you when you're just someone's wallet\n  Have you ever smelt when a cousinship turns rotten\n  Tell me, do you ever hear from your brother and start sobbing\n  Tell me, have you ever touched a million and felt offish\n  Tell me, have you ever tasted victory and didn't want it\n  Those five senses will make sense to true bosses\n\n  I got a sixth sense for knowing who's truly from it\n  Bond Street donny, I know what the same cloth is\n  I know what the game offers\n  Raise boffin, bake off in, the sunshine till I lay in coffin, legacy\n  Would they remember me Dave?\n\n  Well, I guess we don't know\n  That's why we wake up, go get it by ourselves\n  And I'd love to tell you yes, but bro I question that myself\n  Health, wealth, happiness, all somebody really needs\n  And some water I could give to my seed\n\n  Heart cold like Courchevel\n  Core Chanel tortoise shell\n  Glasses that I bought this girl\n  Toured the world\n  Love, I can't seem to find it\n  This the shit I do for women, I don't even like 'em\n  Bro I need some guidance\n\n  Aight bro, I ain't no, relationship advisor\n  But all of this defence won't make you striker\n  God loves a trier\n  David loves a lyre\n  But even a harp's half a heart, so how could cupid fire\n  Aye where she from this time, do your ting bro\n  Every time I see you - new ting bro\n  Cuz you don't date, you Duolingo\n\n  Aye, big bro, I don't know where you got that info, but that wasn't me\n  I need that in record and in writing\n  But still, I love the game it's enticing\n  I moved out West and it's nice, and these days what you driving\n\n  Your lifestyle bougie, lifestyle bougie, I used to push a silver Porsche with two seats\n  Now the Max Cosi baby seats in the SUV\n  You know I've been Naij and I never had egusi\n\n  So blood, what was you eating\n\n  Fried plantain\n\n  You ain't had the pepper soup G and it's plantain but trust me, that's all Gucci\n  Listen, I was in Jamaica having cow foot soup\n  In the middle of Greenwich like I'm a real ghetto yout\n  Touched uptown Monday and my killy's garn shoot\n  I don't fuck with the ganja still l'm billing up a zoot\n\n  Got I'm feeling like, I must\n  Really have, eyes in the back of my\n  Head, Range Rover television\n  The interior Red\n  Fell asleep in the whip becah it feel like a bed\n  I just wanna give thanks for this life that we\n\n  Mic check one, two, free school dinners\n  Now we sacked off the Saxa for sea-salt living\n  I'm go-funding to bring back peaceful villains\n  Cah all these 38 years - that's evil sentence\n  Like I don't love you no more\n  Dave, I used to be married to the game\n  I'm a husband - no more\n  All these SM7B's ain't for us like before\n  Mike Billy Jeaned on that, they just discuss couple wars\n\n  And they short change us\n  Paper chasing the is all good till it's the divorce papers\n  Newspapers, court papers, they all ride my wheels\n  They gon' talk about your won'ts till divide your wills\n  That's how family feels\n  Growing up so fast\n  26 feeling like our lives on timers\n  Lines in the face, she getting fillers to hide it\n  And hoes lying 'bout their age like Nigerian strikers\n\n  Sorry, waiter, can I get this food in containers\n  Had to move it was dangerous\n  Seen beautiful places\n  Bro used to have braces, now it's my driver that's on a retainer\n  But that's just testament to God and his favour\n  And bro, I wanted a favour\n\n  Let's see each other more, catch up and make beats\n  Cah the fans they miss you, I know the fans they miss me\n  Let's make a track about this dinner and the stamp you gave me\n  And base it on the book of Samuel - call it Chapter 16, if you're down\n\n  So who's gonna get this one, then?\n  That's cool\n  So what's her name?\n  Nah I'm just fucking with you just do your thing man, but trust me don't overthink it\n  It is what it is, if it's gonna be something, it's gonna be something\n  But I know you, I know 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Dave?\n\nWell, I guess we don't know\nThat's why we wake up, go get it by ourselves\nAnd I'd love to tell you yes, but bro I question that myself\nHealth, wealth, happiness, all somebody really needs\nAnd some water I could give to my seed\n\nHeart cold like Courchevel\nCore Chanel tortoise shell\nGlasses that I bought this girl\nToured the world\nLove, I can't seem to find it\nThis the shit I do for women, I don't even like 'em\nBro I need some guidance\n\nAight bro, I ain't no, relationship advisor\nBut all of this defence won't make you striker\nGod loves a trier\nDavid loves a lyre\nBut even a harp's half a heart, so how could cupid fire\nAye where she from this time, do your ting bro\nEvery time I see you - new ting bro\nCuz you don't date, you Duolingo\n\nAye, big bro, I don't know where you got that info, but that wasn't me\nI need that in record and in writing\nBut still, I love the game it's enticing\nI moved out West and it's nice, and these days what you driving\n\nYour 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Cause what acting gained with you, we done lost in rap\n[01:14.83] You got a lot of years ahead of you\n[01:16.80] Some years will worsen you and some will better you\n[01:19.02] If it's not positive drop it, the street's residue\n[01:22.13] But keep a piece of yourself when you're selling you\n[01:24.58] This game ain't for the throne and Kings are checkable\n[01:27.37] It's to be a better you, envy's inevitable\n[01:29.85] And please take pics with your friends, cause I'm telling you this\n[01:32.59] Industry attention will sever crews, and a sip turns to an addiction of the jealous juice\n[01:36.33] Till they diss you again like you ain't fed 'em food\n[01:38.07] But if you whip Cullinan's 'front of desperate youts\n[01:40.26] You christen a Benz then the devils due\n[01:43.35] Dems the rules\n[01:45.23] You made it, lay in it, this bed ain't new\n[01:47.06] But let's keep it true\n[01:47.74] You know you're reckless with Patek's and jewels\n[01:49.70] Flexers do what flexers 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funny, but it's true\nI loved you on the big screen, but bro, I want you back\n'Cause what actin' gained with you, we done lost in rap\n\nYou got a lot of years ahead of you\nSome years'll worsen you and some will better you\nIf it's not positive, drop it, the street's residue\nBut keep a piece of yourself when you're sellin' you\nThis game ain't for the throne, and kings are checkable\nIt's to be a better you, envy's inevitable\nAnd please take pics with your friends 'cause I'm tellin' you\nThis industry attention will sever crews\nAnd the sick turns to an addiction of the jealous Jews\nTill they diss you again like you ain't fed 'em food\nBut if you whip Cullinans 'front of desperate yutes\nYou christen a Benz, then the Devil's due\nThem's the rules\nYou made it, lay in it, this bed ain't new\nBut let's keep it true, you know you're reckless with Pateks and jewels\nFlexers do what flexers do, and steppers do what steppers do, beef\nLookin' over your shoulder every time you turn 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Bro, I ain't no relationship advisor\nBut all of this defence won't make you strike her\nGod loves a trier, David loves a liar\nBut even a harp's half a heart, so why could Cupid fire?\nAyy, where's she from this time? Do your ting, bro\nEvery time, I see your new ting, bro\n'Cause you don't date, you Duolingo\nAyy, big bro\nI don't know where you got that info, but that wasn't me\nI need that in record and in writin'\nBut still, I love the game, it's enticin'\nI moved out West, and it's nice in these days, we drivin'\nAh, your lifestyle bougie, lifestyle bougie\nI used to push a silver Porsche with two seats\nLeatherbacks, cosy baby seats in the SUV\nYou know I've been Naij' and I've never had Egusi \nSo, blud, what was you eatin'?\nFried plantin\nYou ain't have the pepper soup, G? And it's \"Plantain\"\nBut trust me, that's all gucci, listen\nI was in Jamaica havin' cow foot soup\nIn the middle of Greenwich like I'm a real ghetto yute\nTouched uptown Monday and my killies gon' shoot\nI don't fuck with the gang, just till I'm billin' up a zoot\nGot me feeling like\nI must really have eyes in the back of my head\nRange Rover television, the interior red\nFell asleep in the whip becah it feel like it a bed\nI just wanna give thanks for this life to me\nLook, mic check, one, two, three, school dinners\nNow we sacked off the sacks off of sea-salt livin'\nI'm go-fundin' to bring back peaceful villains\nCah all these thirty-eight years, that's a evil sentence\nLike, \"I don't love you no more\"\nDave, I used to be married to the game, I'm a husband no more\nAll these SM7Bs ain't for us like they're for\nMike Billie-Jeaned on that, they just discuss couple wars\nAnd they short-change us\nPaper chasin' all good till it's divorce papers\nNewspapers, court papers, they all 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you ever see when you're just someone's wallet?\n[02:41.67] Have you ever smelt when a cousinship turns rotten?\n[02:44.27] Tell me, do you ever hear from your brother and start sobbin'?\n[02:46.79] Tell me, have you ever touched a million and felt off-ish?\n[02:49.43] Tell me, have you ever tasted victory and didn't want it?\n[02:52.03] There was five senses, I'll make sense to true bosses\n[02:54.75] I've got a sixth sense for knowin' there's truly from it\n[02:57.55] Bond Street donny, I know what the same cloth is, I know what the game offers\n[03:01.47] Raise boffin, bake off in the sunshine till I lay in coffin, legacy\n[03:06.51] Will they remember me, Dave?\n\n[03:09.67] Well, I guess we don't know, that's why we wake up, go get it by ourselves\n[03:13.75] And I'd love to tell you yes, but bro, I question that myself\n[03:16.43] Health, wealth, happiness, all somebody really needs\n[03:19.07] And some water I can give to my seed (Uh-huh)\n[03:21.63] Heart cold like Courchevel, core Chanel\n[03:23.63] Tortoiseshell glasses that I bought this girl\n[03:25.39] Toured the world, love, I can't seem to find it\n[03:27.39] This the shit I do for women, I don't even like 'em\n[03:30.11] Bro, I need some guidance\n[03:31.63] Guida—? Bro, I ain't no relationship advisor\n[03:33.99] But all of this defence won't make you strike her\n[03:36.87] God loves a trier, David loves a liar\n[03:39.51] But even a harp's half a heart, so why could Cupid fire?\n[03:42.11] Ayy, where's she from this time? Do your ting, bro\n[03:44.67] Every time, I see your new ting, bro\n[03:46.66] 'Cause you don't date, you Duolingo\n[03:48.18] Ayy, big bro\n[03:49.58] I don't know where you got that info, but that wasn't me\n[03:51.86] I need that in record and in writin'\n[03:53.46] But still, I love the game, it's enticin'\n[03:55.38] I moved out West, and it's nice in these days, we drivin'\n[03:58.58] Ah, your lifestyle bougie, lifestyle bougie\n[04:00.42] I used to push a silver Porsche with two seats\n[04:03.42] Leatherbacks, cosy baby seats in the SUV\n[04:05.98] You know I've been Naij' and I've never had Egusi \n[04:08.53] So, blud, what was you eatin'?\n[04:09.94] Fried plantin\n[04:10.90] You ain't have the pepper soup, G? And it's \"Plantain\"\n[04:12.82] But trust me, that's all gucci, listen\n[04:14.27] I was in Jamaica havin' cow foot soup\n[04:16.27] In the middle of Greenwich like I'm a real ghetto yute\n[04:18.87] Touched uptown Monday and my killies gon' shoot\n[04:21.63] I don't fuck with the gang, just till I'm billin' up a zoot\n[04:24.03] Got me feeling like\n[04:25.39] I must really have eyes in the back of my head\n[04:27.95] Range Rover television, the interior red\n[04:30.47] Fell asleep in the whip becah it feel like it a bed\n[04:33.19] I just wanna give thanks for this life to me\n[04:35.51] Look, mic check, one, two, three, school dinners\n[04:38.23] Now we sacked off the sacks off of sea-salt livin'\n[04:40.67] I'm go-fundin' to bring back peaceful villains\n[04:43.35] Cah all these thirty-eight years, that's a evil sentence\n[04:46.03] Like, \"I don't love you no more\"\n[04:47.39] Dave, I used to be married to the game, I'm a husband no more\n[04:51.39] All these SM7Bs ain't for us like they're for\n[04:53.71] Mike Billie-Jeaned on that, they just discuss couple wars\n[04:56.56] And they short-change us\n[04:58.03] Paper chasin' all good till it's divorce papers\n[05:00.27] Newspapers, court papers, they all write my wills\n[05:03.11] They gon' talk about your won'ts, then they divide your wills\n[05:05.59] That's how family feels, growin' up so fast\n[05:08.51] Twenty-six, feelin' like our lives on timers\n[05:11.23] Lines in the face, she gettin' fillers to hide it\n[05:13.91] And hoes lyin' 'bout their age like Nigerian strikers (Haha)\n[05:16.59] Sorry, waiter, can I get this food in containers?\n[05:19.07] Had to move, it was dangerous\n[05:20.55] Seen beautiful places, bro, I used to have braces\n[05:23.16] Now it's my driver that's on a retainer\n[05:24.91] But that's just testament to God in His favour\n[05:26.80] And, bro, I wanted a favour\n[05:28.31] Let's see each other more, catch up and make deeds\n[05:30.91] 'Cause the fans, they miss you, I know the fans, they miss me\n[05:33.52] Let's make a track about this dinner and this stamp you gave me\n[05:36.19] And base it on the Book of Samuel, call it \"Chapter 16\" if you're down\n\n[05:40.16] So who's gonna get this one then?\n[05:44.56] Aight, that's cool\n[05:52.23] So what's her name?\n[05:54.84] Nah, I'm just fuckin' with you, just do your thing, man\n[05:57.43] But trust me, don't overthink it\n[06:00.20] Like it is what it is, if it's gonna be somethin', it's gonna be somethin'\n[06:03.92] But I know you, I know what you're like\n[06:07.12] You're thinkin' five, ten years down the line\n[06:10.76] Day at a time\n[06:20.81] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Chapter 16\n  artist: Dave, Kano\n  album: The Boy Who Played the Harp\n  duration_ms: 381000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Wagyu on the fifty-second floor just to take the piss\n  start_ms: 11350\n  end_ms: 14950\n- text: And somehow we've had to deal with higher stakes than this\n  start_ms: 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are checkable\\nIt's to be a better you, envy's inevitable\\nAnd please take pics with your friends 'cause I'm tellin' you\\nThis industry attention will sever crews\\nAnd the sick turns to an addiction of the jealous Jews\\nTill they diss you again like you ain't fed 'em food\\nBut if you whip Cullinans 'front of desperate yutes\\nYou christen a Benz, then the Devil's due\\nThem's the rules\\nYou made it, lay in it, this bed ain't new\\nBut let's keep it true, you know you're reckless with Pateks and jewels\\nFlexers do what flexers do, and steppers do what steppers do, beef\\nLookin' over your shoulder every time you turn keys\\n'Bout turned the other cheek, must a man be the bigger man?\\nI know he's trapped the fire, but it's the mass of giants\\nThese be guessin', take it on the chin, you're an Aston buyer\\nAnd I'm biased, but my generation got the classic writers\\nYour gen', that's mostly your pain, you're the rap messiah\\nYou and Simbi, go grab the accolades that they would 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Bro, I ain't no relationship advisor\\nBut all of this defence won't make you strike her\\nGod loves a trier, David loves a liar\\nBut even a harp's half a heart, so why could Cupid fire?\\nAyy, where's she from this time? Do your ting, bro\\nEvery time, I see your new ting, bro\\n'Cause you don't date, you Duolingo\\nAyy, big bro\\nI don't know where you got that info, but that wasn't me\\nI need that in record and in writin'\\nBut still, I love the game, it's enticin'\\nI moved out West, and it's nice in these days, we drivin'\\nAh, your lifestyle bougie, lifestyle bougie\\nI used to push a silver Porsche with two seats\\nLeatherbacks, cosy baby seats in the SUV\\nYou know I've been Naij' and I've never had Egusi \\nSo, blud, what was you eatin'?\\nFried plantin\\nYou ain't have the pepper soup, G? And it's \\\"Plantain\\\"\\nBut trust me, that's all gucci, listen\\nI was in Jamaica havin' cow foot soup\\nIn the middle of Greenwich like I'm a real ghetto yute\\nTouched uptown Monday and my killies gon' shoot\\nI don't fuck with the gang, just till I'm billin' up a zoot\\nGot me feeling like\\nI must really have eyes in the back of my head\\nRange Rover television, the interior red\\nFell asleep in the whip becah it feel like it a bed\\nI just wanna give thanks for this life to me\\nLook, mic check, one, two, three, school dinners\\nNow we sacked off the sacks off of sea-salt livin'\\nI'm go-fundin' to bring back peaceful villains\\nCah all these thirty-eight years, that's a evil sentence\\nLike, \\\"I don't love you no more\\\"\\nDave, I used to be married to the game, I'm a husband no more\\nAll these SM7Bs ain't for us like they're for\\nMike Billie-Jeaned on that, they just discuss couple wars\\nAnd they short-change us\\nPaper chasin' all good till it's divorce 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that in record and in writing\nBut still, I love the game it's enticing\nI moved out West and it's nice, and these days what you driving\n\nYour lifestyle bougie, lifestyle bougie, I used to push a silver Porsche with two seats\nNow the Max Cosi baby seats in the SUV\nYou know I've been Naij and I never had egusi\n\nSo blood, what was you eating\n\nFried plantain\n\nYou ain't had the pepper soup G and it's plantain but trust me, that's all Gucci\nListen, I was in Jamaica having cow foot soup\nIn the middle of Greenwich like I'm a real ghetto yout\nTouched uptown Monday and my killy's garn shoot\nI don't fuck with the ganja still l'm billing up a zoot\n\nGot I'm feeling like, I must\nReally have, eyes in the back of my\nHead, Range Rover television\nThe interior Red\nFell asleep in the whip becah it feel like a bed\nI just wanna give thanks for this life that we\n\nMic check one, two, free school dinners\nNow we sacked off the Saxa for sea-salt living\nI'm go-funding to bring back peaceful villains\nCah all these 38 years - that's evil sentence\nLike I don't love you no more\nDave, I used to be married to the game\nI'm a husband - no more\nAll these SM7B's ain't for us like before\nMike Billy Jeaned on that, they just discuss couple wars\n\nAnd they short change us\nPaper chasing the is all good till it's the divorce papers\nNewspapers, court papers, they all ride my wheels\nThey gon' talk about your won'ts till divide your wills\nThat's how family feels\nGrowing up so fast\n26 feeling like our lives on timers\nLines in the face, she getting fillers to hide it\nAnd hoes lying 'bout their age like Nigerian strikers\n\nSorry, waiter, can I get this food in containers\nHad to move it was dangerous\nSeen beautiful places\nBro used to have braces, now it's my driver that's on a retainer\nBut that's just testament to God and his favour\nAnd bro, I wanted a favour\n\nLet's see each other more, catch up and make beats\nCah the fans they miss you, I know the fans they miss me\nLet's make a track about this dinner and the stamp you gave me\nAnd base it on the book of Samuel - call it Chapter 16, if you're down\n\nSo who's gonna get this one, then?\nThat's cool\nSo what's her name?\nNah I'm just fucking with you just do your thing man, but trust me don't overthink it\nIt is what it is, if it's gonna be something, it's gonna be something\nBut I know you, I know what you're like - you're thinking 5, 10 years down the line\nDay at a time","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.13] Wagyu on the 52nd floor just to take the piss\n[00:14.60] And somehow we've had to deal with higher stakes than this\n[00:17.58] You're the reason that I take the risk\n[00:19.25] Had me on your tour team, I studied you since I was 14\n[00:22.42] I wanna know, what life was like in your teens\n[00:25.00] We shared dreams, and even when we shared screens\n[00:27.45] I couldn't get no face time, I got questions like\n[00:29.71] How'd you do it?\n[00:30.48] Do you have regrets?\n[00:31.11] Like, what's your life like?\n[00:32.26] See mine is like the sun setting, pray the moon shine, it's the prohibition\n[00:35.78] No ignition, ran for two parties, it's the coalition\n[00:38.30] Rum and Red Bull\n[00:39.07] Like Max Verstappen, but the race is different, taste is different\n[00:41.61] It's adult dancers in my poll position\n[00:43.33] Young'uns dying like they saved the game and could reload the mission\n[00:46.21] Wearing jewellery, heard they plotting on me when I walk my ends\n[00:48.61] It's South London, something you can't teach\n[00:50.39] Streatham Common sense\n[00:51.30] Eating healthy cah we trust our guts more than we trust our friends\n[00:54.05] Many frauds, lotta man fake, lotta imitators\n[00:56.85] Innovators, take that shit to heart like defibrillators\n[00:59.25] Pap, pap, pap\n[01:00.05] Mothers shed tears and don't sleep for days, weep for days\n[01:02.68] And killers celebrate with I.D parades\n[01:04.72] Then you got this scene I face\n[01:06.22] And 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ain't new\n[01:47.06] But let's keep it true\n[01:47.74] You know you're reckless with Patek's and jewels\n[01:49.70] Flexers do what flexers do\n[01:50.76] And steppers do what steppers do, beef\n[01:52.57] Looking over your shoulder every time you turn keys\n[01:54.91] 'Bout turn the other cheek, must a man be the bigger man\n[01:57.98] I know he strap the fire, but that's the mass of giants\n[02:00.25] These B.S'ing\n[02:01.01] Take it on the chin, you're an Aston buyer, and I'm biased\n[02:03.53] But my generation got the classic writers\n[02:05.51] Your gen, it's mostly your pen, you're the rap Messiah\n[02:07.87] You and Simbi\n[02:08.59] Go grab the accolades that they would never give me\n[02:10.79] But that's another story, I ain't goated for the glory\n[02:13.09] Couple trophies in my storage, poor me\n[02:15.32] Ivor Novello don't rate a man, so be it\n[02:17.93] I was in '03 on the mic getting lordy\n[02:20.58] You think you would have flourished in my era at 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legacy\n[03:07.70] Would they remember me Dave?\n[03:10.28] Well, I guess we don't know\n[03:11.67] That's why we wake up, go get it by ourselves\n[03:13.68] And I'd love to tell you yes, but bro I question that myself\n[03:16.04] Health, wealth, happiness, all somebody really needs\n[03:18.78] And some water I could give to my seed\n[03:21.02] Heart cold like Courchevel\n[03:22.36] Core Chanel tortoise shell\n[03:23.86] Glasses that I bought this girl\n[03:25.01] Toured the world\n[03:25.76] Love, I can't seem to find it\n[03:27.45] This the shit I do for women, I don't even like 'em\n[03:29.93] Bro I need some guidance\n[03:31.18] Aight bro, I ain't no, relationship advisor\n[03:33.84] But all of this defence won't make you striker\n[03:36.59] God loves a trier\n[03:37.93] David loves a lyre\n[03:39.04] But even a harp's half a heart, so how could cupid fire\n[03:41.98] Aye where she from this time, do your ting bro\n[03:44.25] Every time I see you - new ting bro\n[03:45.94] Cuz you 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Kano","albumName":"The Boy Who Played the Harp","duration":419.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Wagyu on the 52nd floor just to take the piss\nAnd somehow we've had to deal with higher stakes than this\nYou're the reason that I take the risk\nHad me on your tour team, I studied you since I was 14\n\nI wanna know, what life was like in your teens\nWe shared dreams, and even when we shared screens\nI couldn't get no face time, I got questions like\nHow'd you do it?\nDo you have regrets?\nLike, what's your life like?\nSee mine is like the sun setting, pray the moon shine, it's the prohibition\n\nNo ignition, ran for two parties, it's the coalition\nRum and Red Bull\nLike Max Verstappen, but the race is different, taste is different\nIt's adult dancers in my poll position\nYoung'uns dying like they saved the game and could reload the mission\nWearing jewellery, heard they plotting on me when I walk my ends\nIt's South London, something you can't teach\nStreatham 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again like you ain't fed 'em food\nBut if you whip Cullinan's 'front of desperate youts\nYou christen a Benz then the devils due\n\nDems the rules\nYou made it, lay in it, this bed ain't new\nBut let's keep it true\nYou know you're reckless with Patek's and jewels\nFlexers do what flexers do\nAnd steppers do what steppers do, beef\n\nLooking over your shoulder every time you turn keys\n'Bout turn the other cheek, must a man be the bigger man\nI know he strap the fire, but that's the mass of giants\nThese B.S'ing\nTake it on the chin, you're an Aston buyer, and I'm biased\n\nBut my generation got the classic writers\nYour gen, it's mostly your pen, you're the rap Messiah\nYou and Simbi\nGo grab the accolades that they would never give me\nBut that's another story, I ain't goated for the glory\n\nCouple trophies in my storage, poor me\nIvor Novello don't rate a man, so be it\nI was in '03 on the mic getting lordy\nYou think you would have flourished in my era at 140\nIt's great to break 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 Eating healthy cah we trust our guts more than we trust our friends\n  Many frauds, lotta man fake, lotta imitators\n  Innovators, take that shit to heart like defibrillators\n  Pap, pap, pap\n  Mothers shed tears and don't sleep for days, weep for days\n\n  And killers celebrate with I.D parades\n  Then you got this scene I face\n  And this pressure I inherited from you, it sounds funny, but it's true\n  I loved you on the big screen, but bro I want you back\n  Cause what acting gained with you, we done lost in rap\n\n  You got a lot of years ahead of you\n  Some years will worsen you and some will better you\n  If it's not positive drop it, the street's residue\n  But keep a piece of yourself when you're selling you\n\n  This game ain't for the throne and Kings are checkable\n  It's to be a better you, envy's inevitable\n  And please take pics with your friends, cause I'm telling you this\n  Industry attention will sever crews, and a sip turns to an addiction of the jealous juice\n  Till they diss you again like you ain't fed 'em food\n  But if you whip Cullinan's 'front of desperate youts\n  You christen a Benz then the devils due\n\n  Dems the rules\n  You made it, lay in it, this bed ain't new\n  But let's keep it true\n  You know you're reckless with Patek's and jewels\n  Flexers do what flexers do\n  And steppers do what steppers do, beef\n\n  Looking over your shoulder every time you turn keys\n  'Bout turn the other cheek, must a man be the bigger man\n  I know he strap the fire, but that's the mass of giants\n  These B.S'ing\n  Take it on the chin, you're an Aston buyer, and I'm biased\n\n  But my generation got the classic writers\n  Your gen, it's mostly your pen, you're the rap Messiah\n  You and Simbi\n  Go grab the accolades that they would never give me\n  But that's another story, I ain't goated for the glory\n\n  Couple trophies in my storage, poor me\n  Ivor Novello don't rate a man, so be it\n  I was in '03 on the mic getting lordy\n  You think you would have flourished in my era at 140\n  It's great to break jollof with you, swap knowledge\n  But sorry I didn't make no time back at Troxy\n  I watched your soundcheck that day I saw promise\n  Then I came to your O2 show, I saw polish\n\n  But during all the pyrotechnics I was pondering like\n  Do you have family politics and problems\n  Can you ever see you when you're just someone's wallet\n  Have you ever smelt when a cousinship turns rotten\n  Tell me, do you ever hear from your brother and start sobbing\n  Tell me, have you ever touched a million and felt offish\n  Tell me, have you ever tasted victory and didn't want it\n  Those five senses will make sense to true bosses\n\n  I got a sixth sense for knowing who's truly from it\n  Bond Street donny, I know what the same cloth is\n  I know what the game offers\n  Raise boffin, bake off in, the sunshine till I lay in coffin, legacy\n  Would they remember me Dave?\n\n  Well, I guess we don't know\n  That's why we wake up, go get it by ourselves\n  And I'd love to tell you yes, but bro I question that myself\n  Health, wealth, happiness, all somebody really needs\n  And some water I could give to my seed\n\n  Heart cold like Courchevel\n  Core Chanel tortoise shell\n  Glasses that I bought this girl\n  Toured the world\n  Love, I can't seem to find it\n  This the shit I do for women, I don't even like 'em\n  Bro I need some guidance\n\n  Aight bro, I ain't no, relationship advisor\n  But all of this defence won't make you striker\n  God loves a trier\n  David loves a lyre\n  But even a harp's half a heart, so how could cupid fire\n  Aye where she from this time, do your ting bro\n  Every time I see you - new ting bro\n  Cuz you don't date, you Duolingo\n\n  Aye, big bro, I don't know where you got that info, but that wasn't me\n  I need that in record and in writing\n  But still, I love the game it's enticing\n  I moved out West and it's nice, and these days what you driving\n\n  Your lifestyle bougie, lifestyle bougie, I used to push a silver Porsche with two seats\n  Now the Max Cosi baby seats in the SUV\n  You know I've been Naij and I never had egusi\n\n  So blood, what was you eating\n\n  Fried plantain\n\n  You ain't had the pepper soup G and it's plantain but trust me, that's all Gucci\n  Listen, I was in Jamaica having cow foot soup\n  In the middle of Greenwich like I'm a real ghetto yout\n  Touched uptown Monday and my killy's garn shoot\n  I don't fuck with the ganja still l'm billing up a zoot\n\n  Got I'm feeling like, I must\n  Really have, eyes in the back of my\n  Head, Range Rover television\n  The interior Red\n  Fell asleep in the whip becah it feel like a bed\n  I just wanna give thanks for this life that we\n\n  Mic check one, two, free school dinners\n  Now we sacked off the Saxa for sea-salt living\n  I'm go-funding to bring back peaceful villains\n  Cah all these 38 years - that's evil sentence\n  Like I don't love you no more\n  Dave, I used to be married to the game\n  I'm a husband - no more\n  All these SM7B's ain't for us like before\n  Mike Billy Jeaned on that, they just discuss couple wars\n\n  And they short change us\n  Paper chasing the is all good till it's the divorce papers\n  Newspapers, court papers, they all ride my wheels\n  They gon' talk about your won'ts till divide your wills\n  That's how family feels\n  Growing up so fast\n  26 feeling like our lives on timers\n  Lines in the face, she getting fillers to hide it\n  And hoes lying 'bout their age like Nigerian strikers\n\n  Sorry, waiter, can I get this food in containers\n  Had to move it was dangerous\n  Seen beautiful places\n  Bro used to have braces, now it's my driver that's on a retainer\n  But that's just testament to God and his favour\n  And bro, I wanted a favour\n\n  Let's see each other more, catch up and make beats\n  Cah the fans they miss you, I know the fans they miss me\n  Let's make a track about this dinner and the stamp you gave me\n  And base it on the book of Samuel - call it Chapter 16, if you're down\n\n  So who's gonna get this one, then?\n  That's cool\n  So what's her name?\n  Nah I'm just fucking with you just do your thing man, but trust me don't overthink it\n  It is what it is, if it's gonna be something, it's gonna be something\n  But I know you, I know what you're like - you're thinking 5, 10 years down the line\n  Day at a time\n"},{"id":25448437,"name":"Chapter 16","trackName":"Chapter 16","artistName":"Dave feat. 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beautiful places\n[05:21.46] Bro used to have braces, now it's my driver that's on a retainer\n[05:24.71] But that's just testament to God and his favour\n[05:26.69] And bro, I wanted a favour\n[05:27.97] Let's see each other more, catch up and make beats\n[05:30.49] Cah the fans they miss you, I know the fans they miss me\n[05:33.21] Let's make a track about this dinner and the stamp you gave me\n[05:35.60] And base it on the book of Samuel - call it Chapter 16, if you're down\n[05:40.52] So who's gonna get this one, then?\n[05:50.19] That's cool\n[05:52.36] So what's her name?\n[05:54.82] Nah I'm just fucking with you just do your thing man, but trust me don't overthink it\n[06:00.23] It is what it is, if it's gonna be something, it's gonna be something\n[06:03.85] But I know you, I know what you're like - you're thinking 5, 10 years down the line\n[06:10.70] Day at a time\n[06:11.81] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Chapter 16\n  artist: Dave feat. 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Till they diss you again like you ain't fed 'em food\n  But if you whip Cullinan's 'front of desperate youts\n  You christen a Benz then the devils due\n\n  Dems the rules\n  You made it, lay in it, this bed ain't new\n  But let's keep it true\n  You know you're reckless with Patek's and jewels\n  Flexers do what flexers do\n  And steppers do what steppers do, beef\n\n  Looking over your shoulder every time you turn keys\n  'Bout turn the other cheek, must a man be the bigger man\n  I know he strap the fire, but that's the mass of giants\n  These B.S'ing\n  Take it on the chin, you're an Aston buyer, and I'm biased\n\n  But my generation got the classic writers\n  Your gen, it's mostly your pen, you're the rap Messiah\n  You and Simbi\n  Go grab the accolades that they would never give me\n  But that's another story, I ain't goated for the glory\n\n  Couple trophies in my storage, poor me\n  Ivor Novello don't rate a man, so be it\n  I was in '03 on the mic getting lordy\n  You think 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teach\n  Streatham Common sense\n\n  Eating healthy cah we trust our guts more than we trust our friends\n  Many frauds, lotta man fake, lotta imitators\n  Innovators, take that shit to heart like defibrillators\n  Pap, pap, pap\n  Mothers shed tears and don't sleep for days, weep for days\n\n  And killers celebrate with I.D parades\n  Then you got this scene I face\n  And this pressure I inherited from you, it sounds funny, but it's true\n  I loved you on the big screen, but bro I want you back\n  Cause what acting gained with you, we done lost in rap\n\n  You got a lot of years ahead of you\n  Some years will worsen you and some will better you\n  If it's not positive drop it, the street's residue\n  But keep a piece of yourself when you're selling you\n\n  This game ain't for the throne and Kings are checkable\n  It's to be a better you, envy's inevitable\n  And please take pics with your friends, cause I'm telling you this\n  Industry attention will sever crews, and a sip turns to an addiction of the jealous juice\n  Till they diss you again like you ain't fed 'em food\n  But if you whip Cullinan's 'front of desperate youts\n  You christen a Benz then the devils due\n\n  Dems the rules\n  You made it, lay in it, this bed ain't new\n  But let's keep it true\n  You know you're reckless with Patek's and jewels\n  Flexers do what flexers do\n  And steppers do what steppers do, beef\n\n  Looking over your shoulder every time you turn keys\n  'Bout turn the other cheek, must a man be the bigger man\n  I know he strap the fire, but that's the mass of giants\n  These B.S'ing\n  Take it on the chin, you're an Aston buyer, and I'm biased\n\n  But my generation got the classic writers\n  Your gen, it's mostly your pen, you're the rap Messiah\n  You and Simbi\n  Go grab the accolades that they would never give me\n  But that's another story, I ain't goated for the glory\n\n  Couple trophies in my storage, poor me\n  Ivor Novello don't rate a man, so be it\n  I was in '03 on the mic getting lordy\n  You think you would have flourished in my era at 140\n  It's great to break jollof with you, swap knowledge\n  But sorry I didn't make no time back at Troxy\n  I watched your soundcheck that day I saw promise\n  Then I came to your O2 show, I saw polish\n\n  But during all the pyrotechnics I was pondering like\n  Do you have family politics and problems\n  Can you ever see you when you're just someone's wallet\n  Have you ever smelt when a cousinship turns rotten\n  Tell me, do you ever hear from your brother and start sobbing\n  Tell me, have you ever touched a million and felt offish\n  Tell me, have you ever tasted victory and didn't want it\n  Those five senses will make sense to true bosses\n\n  I got a sixth sense for knowing who's truly from it\n  Bond Street donny, I know what the same cloth is\n  I know what the game offers\n  Raise boffin, bake off in, the sunshine till I lay in coffin, legacy\n  Would they remember me Dave?\n\n  Well, I guess we don't know\n  That's why we wake up, go get it by ourselves\n  And I'd love to tell you yes, but bro I question that myself\n  Health, wealth, happiness, all somebody really needs\n  And some water I could give to my seed\n\n  Heart cold like Courchevel\n  Core Chanel tortoise shell\n  Glasses that I bought this girl\n  Toured the world\n  Love, I can't seem to find it\n  This the shit I do for women, I don't even like 'em\n  Bro I need some guidance\n\n  Aight bro, I ain't no, relationship advisor\n  But all of this defence won't make you striker\n  God loves a trier\n  David loves a lyre\n  But even a harp's half a heart, so how could cupid fire\n  Aye where she from this time, do your ting bro\n  Every time I see you - new ting bro\n  Cuz you don't date, you Duolingo\n\n  Aye, big bro, I don't know where you got that info, but that wasn't me\n  I need that in record and in writing\n  But still, I love the game it's enticing\n  I moved out West and it's nice, and these days what you 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more\n  Dave, I used to be married to the game\n  I'm a husband - no more\n  All these SM7B's ain't for us like before\n  Mike Billy Jeaned on that, they just discuss couple wars\n\n  And they short change us\n  Paper chasing the is all good till it's the divorce papers\n  Newspapers, court papers, they all ride my wheels\n  They gon' talk about your won'ts till divide your wills\n  That's how family feels\n  Growing up so fast\n  26 feeling like our lives on timers\n  Lines in the face, she getting fillers to hide it\n  And hoes lying 'bout their age like Nigerian strikers\n\n  Sorry, waiter, can I get this food in containers\n  Had to move it was dangerous\n  Seen beautiful places\n  Bro used to have braces, now it's my driver that's on a retainer\n  But that's just testament to God and his favour\n  And bro, I wanted a favour\n\n  Let's see each other more, catch up and make beats\n  Cah the fans they miss you, I know the fans they miss me\n  Let's make a track about this dinner and 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the jealous juice\nTill they diss you again like you ain't fed 'em food\nBut if you whip Cullinan's 'front of desperate youts\nYou christen a Benz then the devils due\n\nDems the rules\nYou made it, lay in it, this bed ain't new\nBut let's keep it true\nYou know you're reckless with Patek's and jewels\nFlexers do what flexers do\nAnd steppers do what steppers do, beef\n\nLooking over your shoulder every time you turn keys\n'Bout turn the other cheek, must a man be the bigger man\nI know he strap the fire, but that's the mass of giants\nThese B.S'ing\nTake it on the chin, you're an Aston buyer, and I'm biased\n\nBut my generation got the classic writers\nYour gen, it's mostly your pen, you're the rap Messiah\nYou and Simbi\nGo grab the accolades that they would never give me\nBut that's another story, I ain't goated for the glory\n\nCouple trophies in my storage, poor me\nIvor Novello don't rate a man, so be it\nI was in '03 on the mic getting lordy\nYou think you would have flourished 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driving\n[03:58.07] Your lifestyle bougie, lifestyle bougie, I used to push a silver Porsche with two seats\n[04:03.12] Now the Max Cosi baby seats in the SUV\n[04:05.71] You know I've been Naij and I never had egusi\n[04:08.11] So blood, what was you eating\n[04:09.34] Fried plantain\n[04:10.36] You ain't had the pepper soup G and it's plantain but trust me, that's all Gucci\n[04:13.92] Listen, I was in Jamaica having cow foot soup\n[04:16.02] In the middle of Greenwich like I'm a real ghetto yout\n[04:18.73] Touched uptown Monday and my killy's garn shoot\n[04:21.61] I don't fuck with the ganja still l'm billing up a zoot\n[04:24.08] Got I'm feeling like, I must\n[04:25.73] Really have, eyes in the back of my\n[04:27.73] Head, Range Rover television\n[04:29.33] The interior Red\n[04:30.68] Fell asleep in the whip becah it feel like a bed\n[04:33.25] I just wanna give thanks for this life that we\n[04:35.59] Mic check one, two, free school dinners\n[04:38.04] Now we sacked off the 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beautiful places\n[05:21.46] Bro used to have braces, now it's my driver that's on a retainer\n[05:24.71] But that's just testament to God and his favour\n[05:26.69] And bro, I wanted a favour\n[05:27.97] Let's see each other more, catch up and make beats\n[05:30.49] Cah the fans they miss you, I know the fans they miss me\n[05:33.21] Let's make a track about this dinner and the stamp you gave me\n[05:35.60] And base it on the book of Samuel - call it Chapter 16, if you're down\n[05:40.52] So who's gonna get this one, then?\n[05:50.19] That's cool\n[05:52.36] So what's her name?\n[05:54.82] Nah I'm just fucking with you just do your thing man, but trust me don't overthink it\n[06:00.23] It is what it is, if it's gonna be something, it's gonna be something\n[06:03.85] But I know you, I know what you're like - you're thinking 5, 10 years down the line\n[06:10.70] Day at a time\n[06:11.81] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Chapter 16 (feat. 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That's cool\n  start_ms: 350190\n  end_ms: 352360\n- text: So what's her name?\n  start_ms: 352360\n  end_ms: 354820\n- text: Nah I'm just fucking with you just do your thing man, but trust me don't overthink it\n  start_ms: 354820\n  end_ms: 360230\n- text: It is what it is, if it's gonna be something, it's gonna be something\n  start_ms: 360230\n  end_ms: 363850\n- text: But I know you, I know what you're like - you're thinking 5, 10 years down the line\n  start_ms: 363850\n  end_ms: 370700\n- text: Day at a time\n  start_ms: 370700\n  end_ms: 371810\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 371810\nplain: |-\n  Wagyu on the 52nd floor just to take the piss\n  And somehow we've had to deal with higher stakes than this\n  You're the reason that I take the risk\n  Had me on your tour team, I studied you since I was 14\n\n  I wanna know, what life was like in your teens\n  We shared dreams, and even when we shared screens\n  I couldn't get no face time, I got questions like\n  How'd you do it?\n  Do you 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 Cause what acting gained with you, we done lost in rap\n\n  You got a lot of years ahead of you\n  Some years will worsen you and some will better you\n  If it's not positive drop it, the street's residue\n  But keep a piece of yourself when you're selling you\n\n  This game ain't for the throne and Kings are checkable\n  It's to be a better you, envy's inevitable\n  And please take pics with your friends, cause I'm telling you this\n  Industry attention will sever crews, and a sip turns to an addiction of the jealous juice\n  Till they diss you again like you ain't fed 'em food\n  But if you whip Cullinan's 'front of desperate youts\n  You christen a Benz then the devils due\n\n  Dems the rules\n  You made it, lay in it, this bed ain't new\n  But let's keep it true\n  You know you're reckless with Patek's and jewels\n  Flexers do what flexers do\n  And steppers do what steppers do, beef\n\n  Looking over your shoulder every time you turn keys\n  'Bout turn the other cheek, must a man be the bigger man\n  I know he strap the fire, but that's the mass of giants\n  These B.S'ing\n  Take it on the chin, you're an Aston buyer, and I'm biased\n\n  But my generation got the classic writers\n  Your gen, it's mostly your pen, you're the rap Messiah\n  You and Simbi\n  Go grab the accolades that they would never give me\n  But that's another story, I ain't goated for the glory\n\n  Couple trophies in my storage, poor me\n  Ivor Novello don't rate a man, so be it\n  I was in '03 on the mic getting lordy\n  You think you would have flourished in my era at 140\n  It's great to break jollof with you, swap knowledge\n  But sorry I didn't make no time back at Troxy\n  I watched your soundcheck that day I saw promise\n  Then I came to your O2 show, I saw polish\n\n  But during all the pyrotechnics I was pondering like\n  Do you have family politics and problems\n  Can you ever see you when you're just someone's wallet\n  Have you ever smelt when a cousinship turns rotten\n  Tell me, do you ever hear from your brother and start sobbing\n  Tell me, have you ever touched a million and felt offish\n  Tell me, have you ever tasted victory and didn't want it\n  Those five senses will make sense to true bosses\n\n  I got a sixth sense for knowing who's truly from it\n  Bond Street donny, I know what the same cloth is\n  I know what the game offers\n  Raise boffin, bake off in, the sunshine till I lay in coffin, legacy\n  Would they remember me Dave?\n\n  Well, I guess we don't know\n  That's why we wake up, go get it by ourselves\n  And I'd love to tell you yes, but bro I question that myself\n  Health, wealth, happiness, all somebody really needs\n  And some water I could give to my seed\n\n  Heart cold like Courchevel\n  Core Chanel tortoise shell\n  Glasses that I bought this girl\n  Toured the world\n  Love, I can't seem to find it\n  This the shit I do for women, I don't even like 'em\n  Bro I need some guidance\n\n  Aight bro, I ain't no, relationship advisor\n 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with the ganja still l'm billing up a zoot\n\n  Got I'm feeling like, I must\n  Really have, eyes in the back of my\n  Head, Range Rover television\n  The interior Red\n  Fell asleep in the whip becah it feel like a bed\n  I just wanna give thanks for this life that we\n\n  Mic check one, two, free school dinners\n  Now we sacked off the Saxa for sea-salt living\n  I'm go-funding to bring back peaceful villains\n  Cah all these 38 years - that's evil sentence\n  Like I don't love you no more\n  Dave, I used to be married to the game\n  I'm a husband - no more\n  All these SM7B's ain't for us like before\n  Mike Billy Jeaned on that, they just discuss couple wars\n\n  And they short change us\n  Paper chasing the is all good till it's the divorce papers\n  Newspapers, court papers, they all ride my wheels\n  They gon' talk about your won'ts till divide your wills\n  That's how family feels\n  Growing up so fast\n  26 feeling like our lives on timers\n  Lines in the face, she getting fillers to hide it\n  And hoes lying 'bout their age like Nigerian strikers\n\n  Sorry, waiter, can I get this food in containers\n  Had to move it was dangerous\n  Seen beautiful places\n  Bro used to have braces, now it's my driver that's on a retainer\n  But that's just testament to God and his favour\n  And bro, I wanted a favour\n\n  Let's see each other more, catch up and make beats\n  Cah the fans they miss you, I know the fans they miss me\n  Let's make a track about this dinner and the stamp you gave me\n  And base it on the book of Samuel - call it Chapter 16, if you're down\n\n  So who's gonna get this one, then?\n  That's cool\n  So what's her name?\n  Nah I'm just fucking with you just do your thing man, but trust me don't overthink it\n  It is what it is, if it's gonna be something, it's gonna be something\n  But I know you, I know what you're like - you're thinking 5, 10 years down the line\n  Day at a time\n"}]