[Intro: Central Cee]
My bro' nem quick to react like Kai Cenat
I don't like to brag, but fuck it, I'm the king of this UK ting and I fly the flag
At the most, I book an Uber for these hoes and I don't buy them bags
[Verse 1: Central Cee]
Nike Tech to the BFA 'cause I CBA, I abbreviate
I do me, they re-create
I ain't even mad, appreciate it
The beat is hot, I can't mediate it
It's radiating, when the opps die, I hope the pain's really excruciatin', pussies, huh
G17, it's a new plate
Shotgun, that's my nan's agе
Holdin' it down right now, I'm civilised, but one call and I'm causing an outrage
Can't еven trust my family, feelin' to kill everyone but the fan-base
Told the labels that if they want me, I need the same deal as Ariana Grande
Hit man in the top, I'm good in my aim
Rap boy on a footballers wage
If it ain't 'bout money, don't text me
I don't wanna communicate
One-hundred M, Lyrical Lemonade and it weren't just Cole that was ready to shoot that day, uh (Alright)
CEO, I live up to my name, to get bro back, I give up all the fame
I pick your phone and I'm on holiday
The trap still runnin' Montego Bay
Hurts me hard that I'm seein' my dargs so hard when I know there's a easier way
I couldn't afford to date, it was chicken shop like Amelia, Aitch
I ain't changed, I just made some change and my friends don't see me the same
My girl get money as well, if we go out to eat, she don't need me to pay
Work hard, I need me a break, only rest that I get is when I sleep on the plane
Every dog has his day, it's true, but I'm blessed so you never see me complain, nah
Alright, my darg do a man obnoxiously
Stuck in your head subconsciously
I'm not in my bag yet, I'm still loadin'
Twenty percent, I'm not complete
Somehow still tryna find my feet on land, but I feel like I'm lost at sea, uh
Don't shoot the messenger, eatin' good like Bismillah
Both at the rap, the trap established, them boy cap like replica
Diamonds dance like Usher Raymond, stacks same size as Hasbulla
Bitch sell white like Macklemore
Get on my knees and talk to God and tellin' the things I'm thankful for
I got too much sympathy, why's that?
I feel bad for the man that switched on me
I told them I was 'bout to blow
They were lookin' at me with disbelief
You got a bullet with your name on it, it's Christmas time
That's a gift from me
Uh, Merry Christmas
[Verse 2: Polo G]
Uh, sometimes I don't know what's next
My guys don't condone no threats
Pain in my heart, make me hold my chest
That's why I'm so upset
VS diamonds on my neck
Can't waste my time so I won't sext
Earned my stripes from thuggin' with my slimes and now I just want checks
Real nigga, don't need no stressings
Told God I need more blessings
I gotta keep my weapon
Ain't hard to see I'm steppin'
This lil bitch think she too bad, well let me be your lesson
Limo tint, I'm in that coupe fast, I always need my preferences
He can talk but I just know that he ain't 'bout that life at all
Any day this shit like NBA, lil bitch I like to ball
No I don't be into all that shit, this always hypin' y'all
Used to pray the rain stopped that’s when I seen the lightning fall
Fuck her good and tell her lies, bae I'm only yours
They had sent that text, my homie died, he was on the floor
Poppin' painkillers, I don't wanna hurt no more
I could've been me, but now my face is on the shirt on tour
