Free Years Later Kano
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[Verse 1]
Glass half empty
Waking from dreams, chasing my fears
I ain't never cried so much tears in all these years
Success brings more stress, my vision's clear
But from when I was 2020 my mother weren't in arrears
Big S class, leather chairs, I'm in the rear
Driver don't stop at all, but Buju blares
Makin' dough but my bro's having a mare
But as soon as bread bakes, it breaks my brothers, bless
I would keep him in my prayers but I don't pray
I put my hands together but it's more like Birdman these days
I ain't ever wayne'd a brudda, that's a major uh-uh
I ain't ever take another from a native brother
I swear had a conversation with Claire, the realest, yeah
It's funny how you don't know they're there until they're there
Hope that touring ain't takin' too much toll on the kids
But your fella, that's a real good fella, I need him there
Tryna take the clique legit and not to bait West End clubs
'Cause playing roulette with the roads
The odds are stacked against us
Anyway, tempt fate not by who says luck will share
Can't keep leaving the yard breaking a leg
Cotch and Pop ciroc on the block with Jus D
Kai got youts on lock will set speed
Love, that's a dangerous thing
You pinch me? Hymn sheet
And a cheap black suit for them chiefs
You gotta know the levels
You gotta know the kettles
You gotta know the factory settings from the frozen bezels
Yeah, I know the curry goat just like I know Sarandos
But you gotta know the roasted cod set on a bed of lentils, huh
Long nights, cold white wine, that's Sancerre
Eye contact with the cheers, that's young stare
Rare rapper, no compare with no breh
No pen, no comment with no fed
Dreamt of Monte Carlo, blow a likkle hard dough
I just blew your little Prada's on some fifth to na notes
I ain't never been a Pablo, I been working hard bro
We need to stop the two-tone Cartiers at mummy's yard though
I know road man, used to diss a man for leasing cars, no
If it don't appreciate the value that we nah own
Used to be a Barksdale man, but now I fuck with Marlo
You can't fuck with my throne you likkle fucking arsehole
'Cause I'm royal
Glass half empty
Waking from dreams, chasing my fears
I ain't never cried so much tears in all these years
Success brings more stress, my vision's clear
But from when I was 2020 my mother weren't in arrears
Big S class, leather chairs, I'm in the rear
Driver don't stop at all, but Buju blares
Makin' dough but my bro's having a mare
But as soon as bread bakes, it breaks my brothers, bless
I would keep him in my prayers but I don't pray
I put my hands together but it's more like Birdman these days
I ain't ever wayne'd a brudda, that's a major uh-uh
I ain't ever take another from a native brother
I swear had a conversation with Claire, the realest, yeah
It's funny how you don't know they're there until they're there
Hope that touring ain't takin' too much toll on the kids
But your fella, that's a real good fella, I need him there
Tryna take the clique legit and not to bait West End clubs
'Cause playing roulette with the roads
The odds are stacked against us
Anyway, tempt fate not by who says luck will share
Can't keep leaving the yard breaking a leg
Cotch and Pop ciroc on the block with Jus D
Kai got youts on lock will set speed
Love, that's a dangerous thing
You pinch me? Hymn sheet
And a cheap black suit for them chiefs
You gotta know the levels
You gotta know the kettles
You gotta know the factory settings from the frozen bezels
Yeah, I know the curry goat just like I know Sarandos
But you gotta know the roasted cod set on a bed of lentils, huh
Long nights, cold white wine, that's Sancerre
Eye contact with the cheers, that's young stare
Rare rapper, no compare with no breh
No pen, no comment with no fed
Dreamt of Monte Carlo, blow a likkle hard dough
I just blew your little Prada's on some fifth to na notes
I ain't never been a Pablo, I been working hard bro
We need to stop the two-tone Cartiers at mummy's yard though
I know road man, used to diss a man for leasing cars, no
If it don't appreciate the value that we nah own
Used to be a Barksdale man, but now I fuck with Marlo
You can't fuck with my throne you likkle fucking arsehole
'Cause I'm royal
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