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, so can you
Cah I came from nothin', one stop away from the block
In this life, I don't feel fear
Only man that can make me afraid is God
Negative press on the shade room
Anything good, it don't make the blogs
They didn't sit at the table when it was chicken shop
Now it's steak, lobster, 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, I was petty
Couldn't afford what the trainers cost
First time I sold crack, I was just sixteen
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
Jumpin' the barriers on the train
If the inspector shows, I'm gone
Now the whip I'm in's impatient
Put my foot on the gas when the light goes amber
Try touch me, guns will shoot
We don't do kung fu or fight like Panda
My guy's a convicted criminal
So he gotta hide from cameras
All my bitches pretty as hell
I could start a beauty pageant
How'd I end up all the way in Clapham?
Started my day in NW2
Deliverin' food straight to your door
You can leave a review like Deliveroo
Sticks outside for occasions, nank on hip
That's just 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 all night
Cocaine fragrance, weren't dressed in white
Fifteen minutes from the shot
Said I'd get there in less than five
Gives me the ick when girls come 'round
And try too hard to impress the guys
Told the Sony exec', "Ten for a tape, I'll sign"
Everything comes to an end
When I counted an M, I was on cloud nine
If it weren't rap, I'd have been a pimp
Look at a bitch, I see pound signs
Aura plus one thousand
Even if I don't talk, they'll feel the vibe
Label execs don't care if we're murderers
Long as your catalogue's bringin' revenue
They'll sign you, then forget you when you're broke
I can't stress 'bout album sales
Serious shit, I'm tryna get through
How can they hate my chess moves?
GTA, I'm usin' cheat codes
Cheat at school in exams, I'm fucked
I cheat on my wife, but I cheated life
Weren't supposed to make it this far
Got no grades, ain't even wise
Walk down Uxbridge Road, reckon
One in three of these people high
Supply and demand, that's how I get by
She tellin' me how trap boys are her type
I'm tryna not get used to this life
Stayin' inside, avoidin' the hype
So many gyal wantin' to fuck
I'm turnin' them down, they're wonderin' why
I'm nonchalant, not shy, entourage top five
I'm probably one of the—
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
Don't know, but I think I revived the game
Been prayin' that times will change
Premeditatin' a graceful exit
In the meantime, I'll try maintain
Alright

(Mason)