Lyrics Up North - Central Cee

The gun that we got came from up north
But if it beat, then you'll go down south
German stick, they call it a SIG
Even though it's no smokin' allowed
My shooter with me shoppin' in Dior
If we die right now, then we're goin' in style
Huh, can't be hospital
The life that I live is so hostile

Got suburban children tryna relate
If you ain't been broke, you won't know what I'm sayin'
The waiter comes, I just give him my card
Tap it, I don't even know what I'm payin'
Oh, what a wonderful life I'm livin'
But somethin' just don't feel right
The guys like tumble dryers, they're spinnin'
While I jump on the mic, I'm spittin'
K1 jumps out the right try kill him
I try satisfy my woman
But baby, I'm done for the night, I'm kippin'
Gotta be up in a couple of hours
Big tactical knife I'm grippin'
Just in case they try their luck
Of course, I'm walkin' with God
But bro, in this world, no, that ain't enough
Bro's in the party with a loaded gun
How the fuck did he get that in the club?
I scrubbed up well and stepped in fresh
Like say, I jumped off the back of a truck
Now I'm in Miami eatin' Carbone
If you ain't been out the hood, you won't get that
Paigons drop, then I'm listenin' carefully
Art of war, I gotta know where their heads at
Been a long week, let me find a masseuse
My chain and pendant hurtin' my neck, back
They don't get what they want, so they switch up
So all along they were tryna finesse, man
Somebody get them a Tampax
Grown man actin' like teenage gyal
Huh, no sweet sixteen
The G17's gon' ruin your b-day plan
All of us raised by single women
Taught ourselves how to become a man
'Member the days when dinner weren't made
My belly would ache in need of a scran

The gun that we got came from up north
But if it beat, then you'll go down south
German stick, they call it a SIG
Even though it's no smokin' allowed
My shooter with me shoppin' in Dior
If we die right now, then we're goin' in style
Huh, can't be hospital
The life that I live is so hostile

The results from the doc came back
And they said that I got the imposter syndrome
'Member the days I was freezin' cold
Writin' my name on frosted windows
Start of the year when FDot died
Twenty-sixth of Jan, I lost my kinfolk
Cam told me that he died, I replied, "Huh?"
I hoped that he'd say it's a typo
Came from the mud and my whole hood witnessed
Now all the kids know anything's possible
Bussin' a juug on enemy territory
Thinkin' back now, that wasn't logical
You ain't gotta check in on my mental health
When somebody disses, it's comical
My girl loves to go back and forth
If you wanna do that, bae, take up volleyball
I don't have time for the million-pound meetin'
Let alone time for you
I'm livin' my movie, won't make a sequel
I can't decline like Home Alone 2
Too competitive, don't wanna lose
Day in the life, let's see if you really trap
Turn off the autotune
It wouldn't have blown though if it weren't true

The gun that we got came from up north
But if it beat, then you'll go down south
German stick, they call it a SIG
Even though it's no smokin' allowed
My shooter with me shoppin' in Dior
If we die right now, then we're goin' in style
Huh, can't be hospital
The life that I live is so hostile

Yo, I been everywhere, gang
Up north, down south
Jails all throughout the country, bro
I know what everybody's like
But up here, up north, we ain't playin', bro
We get your shit snatched, get your face punched off, bro
We'll even bun you, bro, we ain't playin'
And man are goin' jail behind this shit
That's why we keepin' the guys' names alive
You know what I'm sayin'?
Support the trenches, man, free the guys all day