Teardrops - Kano

Overdose off the ovation

Make a stand for the home nation

Dressin' room like the Old Bailey

Hundred and one dogs and they ain’t dalmations

Knock you down, take your money like a donation

But wipe the feet 'cause that’s the morals we was all raised with

Screw face can’t save faces, they only saving graces

At least we were saving papers but there ain’t not safe haven

If they can spray paint «nigga"on LeBron James' crib

That means a black card ain’t shit when that’s the shade your face is

So basically, we’re Kunta Kintes in some cuban links

The Balenciagas didn’t blend us in

We’re here now, word to God’s gift

They should have never let us in the Kingdom

I know I’ll back my brothers to my last breath

They’d laugh like hell to see me on the pavement

Ever seen me on the pavement, face on the floor

Would you help a brother change his circumstances

Heard the hardest, ballers never made it

Black pitch famous

So Eastside like mister fucking Avis

You won’t have a Scooby if I scoop up somethin' famous

And you won’t catch me with Julie in my bathers

Man are real baders, man don’t worry 'bout no pagans

If you ain’t got above 80 then don’t worry what my rate is

You ain’t fucking got the faintest

Man, don’t show off just to show the mandem they can make it

Coming from the city where the slipperiest of snakes live

A village has to raise these

Young kings and queens to believe their greatness

Fed up of police stations

I be paradin' 'cause while I be mistaken just 'cause I be debated

While these sly pedos raping

Big man like you, brogues and a big boy black suit and a gangster platoon

What’s a man s’posed to do?

In love and war

All is fair where I’m from

The weak won’t last

A week in shoes like our ones

When it rains it pours

Hoodies all summer

'Cause teardrops from the sky

Only seems to fall on you and I

Used to do rates for Ingrid

Wafer fit envelope with 80 quids in

I paid my dues now pay me plenty

And me and Hollow on the phone, talkin' sole trader versus limited tax

No way to swerve, too legit

That’s grown paper books in the crib, thanks

No wasted burnt energy, facts

No hate to serve enemies, rats

Gold faced and cursed devilry

Crack cocaine, then serve penalties, flats

Old names that curb legendary rash

No chain but, shit, still a G, lads

No game or learned chivalry, snaps

No face, just birds and the bees, mass

Curating her infancies, sad

Those days concerned sisters be trapped

Most days absurd bigotry, black

No days off work literally, raps

No way, that’s verse liberty, shoebox memories

Reebok workouts in dungarees

We used to dream of the most frivolous of things

Till we bought the most ridiculous of rings

Now we’re just tryna keep our bredrens out the bin

Side talk, everyone’s a guy till the guy walks in

Louder crabs in the barrel and survival ting

We could all go clear, who taught us musical chairs?

There’s enough seats for everybody, mate

Till then we can’t reach nowhere

Trust