Kano - Free Years Later lyrics

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

And I be getting so much money on the road
Rich, think I need a pay cut
'Cause some Babylon boy wan' cuff me in the
Streets and lock me in a station
I heard that it cost to be the boss
Guess I'm lucky that I'm bludclart James'd up
Patterned that from day dot
Middle finger raised up
Fuck you little haters yeah

Babylon boy, look how they raided Stormzy
This is Cristal, not a case of 40's
The don't wanna see us off
Estates with all these
Young, rich Morley's, still eatin' Morley's
They want more camels and less gordies
I just turned down a hundred G, bossy
Whip too much raunchy too much saucy
Vroom, vroom, vrooming up the A40
Pussy telling porkies, tried to assault me
Musta been a big plot to extort me
Now the prosecution wanna crown court me
Might have to sit down but I'ma stand tall G
I create history, they try to diss Storvy
Grade for the credit but they six foot me
Rather that than graves for the
Chains and some shit jewellery
Only my guys and flies on the wall
Can tell the kid's story this probably
Last track he got the Richard Mille
Now, thingy just got guilty for the thingy
Heart fucking bleeds for the kiddy
Anything he needs, it's no biggie
Mandem know I do it for the city
That's an understatement
Paying me the utmost respect
That's still an underpayment
Whisper all my props in my ear
It's never public ain't it
Fuck your greatest
How many times must I hush the haters?
Tell us something 'bout our music now, oh
You so proud
Lethal laughing to the Coutts account
Now you approve of Pow
Never had a silver spoon in mouth
Now mummy's super proud
Couple new trophies for the house
That I could do without
Fuck a nomination, I just go for the suit
Handful of friends
That's why I go for the coupe
Manoeuvre through the game 'cause I
Grew from the roots
What D Double did for me
I just do for the youts