More songs by Central Cee
Description
Lyricist, Associated Performer, Composer: Central Cee
Producer, Composer, Lyricist: Harley Arsenault
Composer, Lyricist: Christopher Richardson
Composer, Lyricist: Thomas Moore
Producer: Chris Rich
Producer: AyeTM
Mixing Engineer: Jonny Leslie
Mastering Engineer: Joe LaPorta
Lyrics and translation
Original
My bro said he wanna get paid, okay, let's see what's possible
Popped a pill and I feel alright, I believe I can fly, I feel unstoppable
I get flashbacks in my mind 'bout times we'd grind all night, it was horrible
It was flights of stairs, now I'm takin' flights and arrivin' somewhere tropical
Man are callin' my phone 'bout beef and my feet in the sand, that's a juxtaposition
He had a chain, but I didn't even know 'cause he came in the club with it tucked, it was hidden
I told man, "If you wanna be great, be patient", but they still rush to the riches
And all of these guys with talk for the Live Yours gang, would love to be in it, uh
I state simple facts, should I lie 'cause the truth does hurt?
My ex wants me to ring her back, I missed your call, I'm on do not disturb
I don't mind if they think it's cap, it's true, I don't wanna put them in the dirt
If you wanna talk to the kid, bring racks, cool if you don't, I don't wanna converse
Every time I get bagged, gotta buy her a bag, but every other day I gotta buy her a purse
Horses only, I don't drive Jags, you could tell it was me from the engine, skrrt
And I love sophisticated slags, petitest waist with the miniest skirt
Born to be rich, but I came from rags, she don't believe that I come from dirt
Could take you back to the exact traps, cats are still there, you would hear them purr
Give the green light to the gang, they'll crash, and ring the alarm, see everyone purge
We don't spare no one, even mums and dads, if I give the command, see everyone hurt
Where the fuck the function, where the fuck is the function at?
Pull up to your party when everyone burst, you came in a wagon and left in a (ha)
Serious hate for 'em boys, they boil my blood
My gang consists of loyalist thugs, that bitch gotta go, she annoyin' as fuck
They're babies, throwin' their toys at the pram, they're big men, but they still ain't grown up
If your aim is gettin' me down, good luck, mm
We're alive and well, and we're still on top
Sold out, but I still got more in stock
I don't see nobody else but us
If you wanna compete, put your best foot forward, I look forward to it
I swear on my life, all the talk is borin', no, I ain't walkin' my strip, I'm tourin'
Back to the drawin' board, I'm drawin', back bein' single again, I'm whorin'
Took a flight last night, this mornin', flyin' again, I'm soarin'
I'm really at war, I just spun the car 'cause I thought that I saw him
I'm conflicted, beef is bad for business, money is more important
Got a bad bitch that'll make man fall in love, then lure him
I'm tryna leave my man six foot under and fuck up his health insurance
I never wanted to be the boss, but fuck it, I'll play the position
We had the drop but the young G aborted, 'cause he weren't trained for the mission
I'm fuckin' a basketballer's wife, 'cause I'm paid like I play for the Pistons
I told bro if he see them, crash it immediately and don't wait for permission
I thought it was beef, them boys there sweet, I ain't got real enemies
My bro still spread white stuff uptown, like Philadelphia cheese
And he got dark like South Sudanese, no droughts, still out in the B
Everything's gonna make sense in the end when we all get outta the streets