My 22nd Birthday* Dave

[Verse]
Look, it's my 22nd birthday, man, it's crazy how it goes
The truth is I'm afraid of growin' old
Just the other day, I was sixteen
Spittin' a sixteen, that was 2015
Age is the way that you're perceived
The people tend to judge it on the shit that you've achieved
That's why I seem younger than people younger than me
I couldn't see light in the tunnel, but I believed
Police had me sittin' in a interview
But arguing my point against an old head teacher is the only time I've gone against the principal
I just press mute and keep the talking to a minimal
My mental is weighin' on my physical
There's so many topics I don't touch
I don't want niggas around me I don't trust
I don't want a kid with a woman I don't love
I don't wanna wait 'til I'm forty to find a wife
Marryin' a person that's already lived a life
I wanna do things with a girl for her first time
I don't want my happiest memories split between twenty different girls, I just want it to be the one
Forget sex, because I'll never make peace with the extortionate price you can pay for a cheap fuck
We need girls more than they need us
I remember slidin' out
I remember getting nicked on my road and watchin' all of my neighbours, praying, my mummy never finds it out
I remember chasin' my man until my legs cramped up, I'm really trying do him, but he's hiding out
I can't remember a time where a man has had to double check I'm active or convince me into ridin' out
I remember bein' sixteen when the sixteen bought a semi-automatic, we were trying out
You liar, we'll really give you the fire you desire now
If it's cash, I might be good
Because I really got the masters, I'm Tiger Woods
I've seen so much shit, I'm gonna write a book
I paint pictures, but never get the time to look
I used to rap Chip's bars like they were mine in school
But on road, that wasn't the last line I took
I made money, lost money, made money again
On a B-Cat visit, tryna smuggle a TEC
Dark times, I was on the phone to Jussy again
Bro, I shoulda bought a nine-bar and flooded the ends
Touch a hair on my head and somethin' will bleed
I don't wanna be rich, it's somethin' I need
I dropped fifty on my ex, but that's nothin' to me
A quarter milli' on my mummy, but that's nothin' to me
The first date, I buy her Louis, 'cause it's nothin' to me
The Aston was dirt cheap, bro, it's nothin' to me
So puttin' money on your head, it ain't nothin' to me
I burn money, like the money done somethin' to me
This year, I don't think I'll get birthday sex
But I'll settle for a present and a birthday text
Good health for the family
This year, I need to see blessings come rapidly
This year, I need to see Brienna, see Amelie
This year, I need to see my mummy live happily
This year, I need to block man who've got chat for me
This year, I need to see Bes' get to graduate
Nah, this year, I need to see my nigga put the line down
This year, I need to take a holiday and timeout
Next year, I need to make history and live in it
But this year, I need to make another five million
Tshh