Dave & Kano – Chapter 16 Lyrics

Chapter 16

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"Chapter 16." - Dave & Kano

Saturday, 01 November 2025, 05:15 pm

Album: The Boy Who Played the Harp

Track No: 04

Wagyu on the 50-second floor just to take the piss?
But somehow we've had to deal with higher stakes than this
You're the reason that I take the risk
Had me on your tour team, I studied you since I was 14
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 save 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 'cause we trust our guts more than we trust our friends
Many frauds, lotta man fake, lotta imitators, innovators
Take that shit to heart like defibrillator, pah, pah, pah
Mothers shed tears and don't sleep for days, weep for days
And killers celebrate with ID parades, then you got this scene I face
And this pressure I inherited from you, it sounds funny, but it's true
I loved you on the big screen, but, bro, I want you back
'Cause what actin' gained with you, we done lost in rap
You got a lotta years ahead of you
Some years are worse on you and some were 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
'Til they diss you again like you ain't fed 'em food
But if you whip Cullinans 'front of desperate yutes
You, Chris in a Benz, then the Devil's due
Them's the rules, you made it, lay in it, this bed ain't new
But let's keep it true, you know you're reckless with Pateks and jewels
Flexers do what flexers do, and steppers do what steppers do, beef
Lookin' over your shoulder every time we 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
Days 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
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, 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 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 ponderin', like
Do you have family, politics, and problems?
Can you ever see when you're just someone's wallet? (Mm)
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 offish?
Tell me, have you ever tasted victory and didn't want it? (Mm)
There was five senses, It'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 of in, the sunshine till I lay in coffin, legacy
Will they remember me, Dave?
Pfft, well, I guess we don't know, that's why we wake up, go get it by ourselves
And I'd love to tell you yes, but, bro, I question that myself
Health, wealth, happiness, all somebody really needs
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 tryer, David loves a liar
But even a harp's half a heart, so why could Cupid fire?
Ay, 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
Ay, 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 Naija, and I've never had Egusi (so, blud, what was you eatin'?)
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 havin' 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 billin' up a zoot
Got me feelin' like I must really have eyes in the back of my head (mad)
Range Rover television the interior red (interior red)
Fell asleep in the whip becau' I feel like it a bed
I just wanna give thanks for this life to me
Look, mic check, one, two, three, school dinners (ooh)
Now we sacked off the sacks of off sea-salt livin' (tss)
I'm go-fundin' to bring back peaceful villains
'Cause all these 38 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 chasin' all good 'til it's divorce papers
Newspapers, court papers, they all write my wills
They gon' talk about your won'ts 'til they divide your wills
That's how family feels, growin' up so fast
26, feelin' like our lives on timers
Lines in the face, she gettin' fillers to hide it
And hos 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 deets '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?
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 somethin', it's gonna be somethin'
But I know you, I know you, you're like
You're thinkin', five, ten years down the line
Day at a time

Writer(s): Dave, Kano.

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