Wagyu on the fifty-second floor just to take the piss And somehow we've had to deal with higher stakes than this You're the reason that I take the risk Had me on your tour team, I studied you since I was fourteen 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 settin' Pray the moon shine, it's the prohibition, no ignition Ran for two parties, it's the coalition Rum and Red Bull like Max Verstappen, but the race is different Taste is different, this adult dances in my pole positions Youngers dyin' like they saved the game and could reload the mission Wearin' jewellery, heard they're plottin' on me when I walk my ends It's South London, somethin' you can't teach Streatham common sense Eatin' healthy cah we trust our guts more than we trust our friends Many frauds, lot of man fake, lot of imitators, innovators Take that shit to heart like defibrillators, pah, pah, pah Mothers shed tears and don't sleep for days, weep for days And killers celebrate with ID parades, then you got this scene I face And this pressure I inherited from you, it sounds funny, but it's true I loved you on the big screen, but bro, I want you back 'Cause what actin' gained with you, we done lost in rap You got a lot of years ahead of you Some years'll worsen you and some will better you If it's not positive, drop it, the street's residue But keep a piece of yourself when you're sellin' you This game ain't for the throne, and kings are checkable It's to be a better you, envy's inevitable And please take pics with your friends 'cause I'm tellin' you This industry attention will sever crews And the sick turns to an addiction of the jealous Jews Till they diss you again like you ain't fed 'em food But if you whip Cullinans 'front of desperate yutes You christen a Benz, then the Devil's due Them's the rules You made it, lay in it, this bed ain't new But let's keep it true, you know you're reckless with Pateks and jewels Flexers do what flexers do, and steppers do what steppers do, beef Lookin' over your shoulder every time you turn keys 'Bout turned the other cheek, must a man be the bigger man? I know he's trapped the fire, but it's the mass of giants These be guessin', take it on the chin, you're an Aston buyer And I'm biased, but my generation got the classic writers Your gen', that's mostly your pain, you're the rap messiah 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, poor me Ivor Novello don't rate a man, so be it I was in '03 on the mic gettin' lourdy You think you would have flourished in my era at one-forty? 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 durin' all the pyrotechnics, I was ponderin', like Do you have family, politics and problems? Can you ever see when you're just someone's wallet? Have you ever smelt when a cousinship turns rotten? Tell me, do you ever hear from your brother and start sobbin'? Tell me, have you ever touched a million and felt off-ish? Tell me, have you ever tasted victory and didn't want it? There was five senses, I'll make sense to true bosses I've got a sixth sense for knowin' 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? 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 Guida—? Bro, I ain't no relationship advisor But all of this defence won't make you strike her God loves a trier, David loves a liar But even a harp's half a heart, so why could Cupid fire? Ayy, where'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 writin' But still, I love the game, it's enticin' I moved out West, and it's nice in these days, we drivin' Ah, your lifestyle bougie (ah), lifestyle bougie (ah, cool) I used to push a silver Porsche with two seats (of course you did) Leatherbacks, cosy baby seats in the SUV You know I've been Naij' and I've never had Egusi (so, blud, what was you eatin'?) Fried plantin You ain't have the pepper soup, G? And it's Plantain But trust me, that's all gucci, listen (aight, here we go) I was in Jamaica havin' cow foot soup In the middle of Greenwich like I'm a real ghetto yute Touched uptown Monday and my killies gon' shoot (pump, pump, pump) I don't fuck with the gang, just till I'm billin' up a zoot Got me feeling like (like) I must really have eyes in the back of my head (right) Range Rover television, the interior red (interior red) Fell asleep in the whip becah it feel like it a bed (haha) I just wanna give thanks for this life to me Look, mic check, one, two, three, school dinners (woo) Now we sacked off the sacks off of sea-salt livin' (tshh) I'm go-fundin' to bring back peaceful villains Cah all these thirty-eight years, that's a evil sentence (yeah) Like I don't love you no more Dave, I used to be married to the game, I'm a husband no more All these SM7Bs ain't for us like they're for Mike Billie-Jeaned on that, they just discuss couple wars And they short-change us Paper chasin' all good till it's divorce papers Newspapers, court papers, they all write my wills They gon' talk about your won'ts, then they divide your wills That's how family feels, growin' up so fast Twenty-six, feelin' like our lives on timers Lines in the face, she gettin' fillers to hide it And hoes lyin' 'bout their age like Nigerian strikers (haha) Sorry, waiter, can I get this food in containers? 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 deeds 'Cause the fans, they miss you, I know the fans, they miss me Let's make a track about this dinner and this stamp you gave me And base it on the Book of Samuel, call it Chapter 16 if you're down So who's gonna get this one then? 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 somethin', it's gonna be somethin' But, but I know you, I know what you're like You're thinkin' five, ten years down the line Day at a time