Текст песни 5 Star - Central Cee

If you got what it takes, I'll take it
This shit took ages
Should know that you can't rush greatness
But you're too impatient
One million views ain't famous
I need me a crib, no neighbours, mad
I need me a thousand acres
Can't wait till a man's on—

Let's reignite that flame
I fucked some hoes they ain't quite the same
I've got more money
Than all of my elders even though they are twice my age
I just reunited with some of the killies
I gotta remind 'em that life has changed
Previously, it was crime that paid, but now
I get by in a righteous way
Push bike time I would ride in the rain, now
I'm takin' a flight for the climate change
Long-haul flight and I'm flyin' commercial
If I'm in Europe, it's private planes
You seen what happened to PnB Rock?
I can't even wine and dine these days
We got somethin' in common with hockey, why?
Cah we all got ice and blades
I felt like a prick when
I went to the BRITs and they gave the award to a guy called Aitch
I had my acceptance speech prepared like
"Long live F's", I'm goin' insane
And free all the guys inside of the cage, uh
I need a bitch that's bougie and don't give bruddas the time of day
If they don't wanna fuck, I don't try persuade
I look in the mirror and big up myself
I'm feelin' myself, I'm kinda vain
I don't think that these guys relate
They've never experienced this type of pain
Claustrophobic, I'm feelin' stressed
I can't find the exit, life's a maze
Pinch myself, I feel like I'm dreamin'
But I'm not asleep, I'm wide awake

If you got what it takes, I'll take it
This shit took ages
Should know that you can't rush greatness
But you're too impatient
One million views ain't famous
I need me a crib, no neighbours, mad
I need me a thousand acres
Can't wait till a man's on—

Remember the meals were microwaved
Now my private chef is askin' how do I like my steak
Now my driver's wage is two hundred racks a year, I got private plates
I never had nowhere to go, sometimes I'd spend a whole night on train
Now the crib's so big, I just hired a maid
The opps ain't makin' it out of the hood
I can find out where my rivals stay
I see blue lights in the distance
Is it police, ambulance or fire brigade?
My eyes dilated, the line vibratin'
It's 4 in the mornin', my grind insane
I know the pagans are aggravated
I got the whole gang on the Wireless stage
Five years in and I'm still the same
Can't say that I've changed despite the fame
The jack boys tryna find a stain
If they're in the club, then hide your chain
I know the opps got sticks as well
But the guns we bought got wider range, uh
They can't keep my name out their mouth
Sus, they actually might be—
Look, my family stay out the way
When they see the camera, they hide their face
CRG, I quite like this pace, back out the rod and bite the bait
We get on our grind and hibernate
They go on the net, start typin' hate
At the end of the day when my time does come
They'll write my name alongside the greats

If you got what it takes, I'll take it
You ready for another spoiler?
This shit took ages
I've always been a man of bold predictions
Should know that you can't rush greatness
And I'm predictin' that this guy right here
But you're too impatient
Star in the makin'
One million views ain't famous
Comin' out of West London
I need me a crib, no neighbours, mad
Some of you may know the name
I need me a thousand acres
But for those who don't, it's my guy
Can't wait till a man's on—
Central Cee