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this performance is better than the one on streaming platforms 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Hello guy's

Tudour got more then one weres ur gucci on ha ha 😂 🤣 Germany ♥️ upgrades see trsin see 👀 tbru broke 💔 😆 🤣 its an act 🎬 bro 😑 🤣 ha ha head put heart ❤️ million pound 1 million dollars 💸 💵 ha haha 😄 😆

Ha jordan ones warhouse ha ha 😂 rip 🙏 them 🙏 🤣

6 yrs and still the same...😢

For a second I thought video was buffering 💯❤️

Best skk on g

4:07 me rn

Dave go in soooo hard on this right here, straight up BANGAAA! After he dun found that a u t h e n t I c v i e w s page his careeer really dun took off 2 da big leagues

I never knew this was flukes lost it but switched up 🥶

"I would like to confirm a bag of crisps, please brev"

Dave is the number one 🇺🇸

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Higher and Higher UK!

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I’m pissed bc these kids have never heard this song like I remember this banger on my iPhone 7 with the AirPods that only just came out memories

1:28 how do you beef a man when you don’t even know the man

still a banger in 2024

I know lyric for lyric

Feels like I’m writing letters the way everyone receives them late

Focus

I don’t need a Me in You, like when a chef would eat at Trump’s Grillhouse & BBQ in South Africa

june 2024 anyone still here

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I'm here cause I know good music 😉

This was lit my childhood song ❤

and here goes 10K

9998 comments now. dropping 2 comments to make it 10k

Picture me, 23, a bag of sold out shows I made it out of music, I took all my bros And this merchandise is poppin', I sell all my clothes And all these hoes are ghost, I got one real girl Picture me, 23, I didn't chase my dreams My mum wanted me to do finance, so I came off beats And now I'm sitting at a desk, with a 2:2 in finance Eating pasta on my lunch break While I'm scribbling my rhymes And picture me, 17, in an all black suit Laying still in a coffin, surrounded by my crew Giving half-heart apologies For watching while they bottled me Or running when they shot at me You're next up if you prodigy, wait I meant poke a G Picture me, a road banger, I hope that you don't notice me No face for the road, my G Kill him in seven ways, lemon haze how I smoke a G Name can get you out the beef, pissed if you owe me Ps Them boys try and piss take, boy, what a mistake I'll come back with a shotty And blow your lungs out your rib cage Picture me a snitch, nah, I couldn't picture that Picture me a snitch, nah, I couldn't ever think of that Picture me with a baby mum That didn't wanna see me blow So she let my talent go to waste like Robinho I've been involved, I've seen the roads Where the good die young, and the bad get life And the ugly is the ugly, but Picture me, a legend, worldwide or in Streatham Known for words in a sentence, I put verbs in a sentence There's action in my letters and I never compromise Nor follow what the trend is, I create my own style 'Cause I got my own agendas, I got music all that matters But what about the yutes that ain't athletes or rappers? What about the yutes that ain't athletes or rappers? Picture you, I don't know your picture, can you paint it for me? And can you take out all the man that's gonna taint it for me? And can you take out all the girls that's gonna waste it for me? Or illustrate how you're gonna get to all these places for me? And if you can't, then don't worry G, you got time But you just need to paint a picture, or just sketch a draft 'Cause, how you know you're going down the wrong road If you're in a dark place, and you don't select a path But picture you talking loads about goals and riches With a phone, full of cro shots, hoes and bitches And a head filled with fast dreams I talk to God like it's RE About my picture 'cause I can't see I'm at war with my mind So I'm still with a sket getting Ed like Hardy And I don't mind 'Cause them man there all speakers like Parties I'm conflicted on this mission So I'm still in the mist with a black star on my waist like Kwame Guys are on my case It's like I wasn't dialing banks for some pay While you was busy flicking shanks for a name Or busy robbin' drugs, with a dipper Or you could call me Scofield Why? 'Cause I got prison in my skin But I won't ever have a prison in my picture Listen to my scripture, like teachers with teardrops Principles a killer, all for the skrilla But, it's not hard, it comes from within So don't let anybody tell you to put drugs in the cling And don't let anybody tell you you can't run, dance, sing, or be a baller You can be a king Now you can work a nine-to-five if it makes you smile at night Money ain't a measure of success 'Cause you can have a billion and dead You can have 20 grand flat and live a long, long life with no stress So listen I don't know your picture, can you paint it for me? And can you tell me where you batch of friends is taking you? And can you tell me what your aspirations are, your dreams Forget the money brother, tell me what makes you you? Can you tell me why you wake up, what makes you tick? What makes you smile, what makes you laugh, what makes you sick? Can you tell me why you're on this earth Can you tell me why you're living Is it in and out of prison? Are you tryna touch a nation? Or are you tryna touch a paigon? You get your picture, get to painting Are you playing in a stadium? Or are you sitting in a station? You get your picture, get to painting Are you the guy inside the hospital That's praying that he makes it Or working with the surgeons and the nurses tryna save him? Are you buried in a grave? For some pennies and a chain A memory that fades A picture you didn't paint I bet them boys think I'm panicking Pep Guardiola, G, I'm managing Stop saying that you beef me, it's embarrassing I never had these paigons, 'til my face was on this rapping ting Now every other yute is on chatty ting See me in a rave, it's black blades, lightsabers call me Anakin Music, money, paigons, education, fam I handle it I try so hard in my tracks to give a message But it's messed cah I'll still get you shredded by some savages I swear you don't know pressure Ask Jack, I had labels playing deal or no deal like I'm Noel Edmonds Independent, no pressure My whole team Nike'd out to the socks, you should know better A-levels, no pressure And my ex just text me, she should know better I can still paint a picture, put a pen into my hand It's time to paint your picture my brother Now you can go get it

#SantanDave you literally are the best #uk rapper, its time to get that pen and pad going again for another 1000 year classic

Need something soon!

100 million views

It's crazy that this song has 200m+ views and I never heard it before

boy in other country, its not vacation...

One of the most important songs to come out of the UK in the twenty first century. A masterpiece.

2024 already

dont die for nyash bro thats maddddd

I'm not even black and this song made me cry

Well done. Real black women. (80%) are sweet chocolate in shade.

Yesss Breevv

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2:45 “When things hit the fan, they’re gonna disappear” This hits close to home. I lost my brother last year in March to suicide and that really made reevaluate everyone and everything around me. I had to cut off people that I’ve shared +-15 years of friendship with. Gut wrenching but I’m still breathing. To anyone else out there that’s struggling, keep soldiering on because that person in heaven doesn’t want you to quit. We came into this world alone and we’re going out the same way. Appreciate those you meet along the way but ultimately, you’re in charge of your happiness. Always put yourself first!

June 2024?

You cheeky little bastard

THE UKS TUPAC

Does Dave said eritrean skin

1:58 fav verse

Can I confirm I want a Fanta lite bruv😂

still slapping like never before

Push ups for how manny likes this gets