upload video of you on the piano playing this (Admittedly basic) piece. Now do it while rappin Now play some actual piano pieces and we'll see how "the piano ain't that hard to play"
Kiz yes it is and it takes a lot of co ordination and time to rap as well as playing it then factor in that he creates his own pieces. Crazy and talented.
I remember when this song came out. So many people believed he had a ghost writer because he was too young to be this talented. I'm glad he finally proved all them haters wrong with all the bangers he's released over time
This is why I rate Dave more than any other rapper in the U.K scene right now!! He's giving out a positive message in his music! Also being able to rap/sing whilst playing the piano is one of the hardest things for a musician to do which further proves how talented this guy really is🙏🏻🙏🏻
What he said about 25 year old listening to some 16 year old rapping and there be like fuxk that. But I'm 24 heard every single thing he's released and it's more real than any of these other guys. He spits so much truth it actually hurts, humble, intelligent, talented.
Hanibalistic27 he’s just been through everything really, like he says he was working in finance while banging in the hood he’s both hood and book smart that’s where the multiple personality type thing comes from
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 ribcage 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 Cos 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 thats 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 Cos, 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 dialling 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 9 to 5 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, till 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
one of the two people at the booth next to Dave were admiring him at 2:40, probably realizing how talented of a musician he was. they really discovered a talent here.
Still one of his best songs in my personal opinion like Thers one part of this tha jus gets me each time “don’t let anybody tell you put drugs in a cling don’t let anybody tell you can’t run dancing or be a baller you can be a king now you can work a nine to five if tha makes you smile at night money ain’t a measure of success cuz you can have a billion and dead and you can have 20 grand live a long long life with no stress” each time I hear it it’s even better then I first did 7 years ago 🙌🏻
the talent this kid has is insane, playin the keys and spittin fire. its a talent some never will accomplish and this kids younger than i am spitting like he's been an OG
the beauty in thiss mans eyes speakjs to me. The undeniable sadness in his heart speaks to me. The remarking words he says hears to me. Great talent brother. - discord mod
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
"Don't let anyone tell you cant run, dance, sing, or be a baller, you can be a king, now you can work from 9 to 5 if it makes you smile at night, money aint a messure of success."
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 ribcage 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 dialling 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, till 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
You can't truly appreciate the level of deepness till you listen to every single word he says. The kids too unreal man, hope to see him get a Mobo next year 🏆🍾
