Chapter 16

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

these be guessin', take it 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 trophies 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, back at Troxy

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 you're 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 offish?

Tell me, have you ever tasted victory and didn't want it?

There was five senses, It'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 off 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

And some water I can give to my seed (uh-huh)

Heart cold like Courchevel, core Chanel, Tortoiseshell glasses that I bought this girl

Toured the world, love, I can't seem to find it

This the shit I do for women, I don't even like 'em

Bro I need some guidance

Guid-? Bro, I ain't no relationship advisor, but all of this defence won't make you striker

God loves a tryer, David loves a liar

But even a harp'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, just till 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 dinners

Now we sacked off the sacks of off sea-salt living

I'm go-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 favour, 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