paroles de chanson Top Freestyle - Central Cee

(Mason)

Uh, it's lonely at the top, lot of people are watchin' and want me to flop
I'm tellin' the kids, if I can do it then anyone can, cah I came from nothin'
One stop and search away from the block
In this life, I don't feel fear, only man that can make me afraid is God, uh
Negative press on the shade room, anythin' good, it don't make the blogs
They didn't sit at the table when it was chicken shop
Now it's steak and lobster edamame and Pan-Asian cod

My first bedroom smaller than a jail cell
Now the crib's on a ten-acre plot
First time I committed a crime was petty
I couldn't afford what the trainers cost
First time I sold crack, I was just 16
Witnessin' that at that age was wrong
Detached myself from every emotion, hopin' I'll get my paper long

One brick phone, one iPhone, no SIM, listenin' to the same old song
I'm jumpin' the barriers, if the inspector get on the train, I'm gone
Now the whip that I'm in's an impatient one
Put my foot on the gas when the light goes amber
Try touch me and guns will shoot, we don't do kung fu and fight like Panda
My guy's a convicted criminal, so he gotta hide from cameras
All of my bitches pretty as hell, I can start up a beauty pageant

How'd I end up all the way in Clapham, I started my day in NW2
Deliverin' food direct to your door, you can leave a review like Deliveroo
Sticks outside for a special occasion, nank on hip that's everyday shit
Gotta thank God that I never did, dark and light, did sell it in twos

Before I got the invite to Mike Rubin's all-white party, 4th of July
I was sat in the trap with a pack all night, cocaine fragrance, weren't dressed in white
Fifteen minutes away from the shot, but I said that I'd get there in less than five
It gives me the ick when girls come around and try too hard to impress the guys
I sat and I told the Sony exec', "If you give me a ten for a tape, I'll sign" (uh)
Everything's gonna come to an end, when I counted an M, I was on cloud nine
If it weren't rap, I would've been a pimp, I look at a bitch and I see pound signs
Plus one thousand aurae, even if I don't talk, they'll feel our vibe

Label execs don't care if we're murderers long as your catalogue's bringin' in revenue
They'll sign you and when you go broke and end up in jail, they're quick to forget you
I can't worry 'bout album sales, I got serious shit that I'm tryin' to get through
How can they talk down on my name for tryna get paid, I'm playin' a chess move

GTA, I'm usin' cheat codes, cheat at school in exams, I'm fucked
I cheat on my wife, but how can you blame me? I cheated life
I weren't supposed to make it this far, I got no grades, I ain't even wise
Walk down Uxbridge Road, I reckon that one in three of these people high

Supply and demand, that's how I get by, she tellin' me how a trap boy's her type
I'm tryna not get too used to the life, I'm stayin' inside, avoidin' the hype
So many gyal that are wantin' to fuck, I'm turnin' them down, they're wonderin' why
I'm nonchalant, not shy, my entourage top five, I'm probably one of the

I've gotta be one of the greats
I'll get number one album, easy, it's not like the bar's set high these days
I came in the scene at an all-time low
I don't know, but I think I revived the game
I've been prayin' that times will change
Premeditatin' a graceful exit, in the meantime, I'll try maintain
Alright

(Mason)