Lost At Sea

[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