Текст песни CRG - Central Cee

Slow down with the greatness
Gotta take time
Poles out on a bait ting on a date night
They try imitate mine
That's a hate crime
Bro's in the can throwin' hands
That's a cage fight
Big crib and the gate's high
Got the K9
ZK, knife sit right at the waistline
Heard through the grape vine
It don't make wine
They hope and they pray I don't stay high
I changed when I got famous
I'll explain it
My fam hatin'
They say that I got favourites
Paid, but I got payments
Upon payments
I'm in pain
But I'm not blamin'
I'm just sayin'
And my bro's bloodthirsty
He's got cravings
If he lean out the window
He's not aimin'
'Member hearin' a door knock
And it's bailiffs
Now it's acres
I ain't even got neighbours (Yeah)

Forty thousand square feet off of this pain
Look at me, I got heart acres
He don't know what heartache is
I can't ask no one for a teaspoon of sugar
It's tough, got no neighbours
My uncles had no papers
We sold sweets in school
Made sense that the mandem grew up
And sold flavours
Wanted a million so much
Went to the perfume store
Bought Paco Rabanne
TSG had me in the back of the van and prang
Wanna book a flight
Japan
I'm on the private jet
And the pilot's tellin' me jokes
Sellin' me land
I'm drivin' on a ban, true say
I got disqualifications
Askin' God, why bless me?
I'm a sinner
Why bless me when I've sinned?
I don't care if the next man lose
I just wanna see us man win
Business class is free
So my mum takes every snack
And every drink
For the times that we struggled
And we never had
I get on my—, I'm tellin' 'em

Slow down with the greatness
Gotta take time
Poles out on a bait ting on a date night
They try imitate mine
That's a hate crime
Bro's in the can throwin' hands
That's a cage fight
Big crib and the gate's high
Got the K9
ZK, knife sit right at the waistline
Heard through the grape vine
It don't make wine
They hope and they pray
I don't stay high
I changed when I got famous
I'll explain it
My fam hatin'
They say that I got favourites
Paid
But I got payments upon payments
I'm in pain
But I'm not blamin'
I'm just sayin'
And my bro's bloodthirsty
He's got cravings
If he lean out the window
He's not aimin'
'Member hearin' a door knock
And it's bailiffs
Now it's acres
I ain't even got neighbours

You know that you're rich
When you get a new crib
But it don't have a number
Shit's got a name
My white ting said
She only listen to house
But she listen to rap
If it's Cench or Dave
Twenty-five and I'm sittin'
On twenty-five M
Mummy ain't gotta stress
Now the rent get paid
And they wonder
Why they ain't gettin' blessed same way
'Cause they ain't on takin' the risk that we—
Practice makes perfect
And I'm scratchin' the surface
Expandin'
I was sofa surfin'
No mattress
And I slept in the trap
Smelled like cat piss
Now I'm with a Scarlett Johansson
A-list actress said I'm so handsome
When I wanted a 'fit, I would go Camden
Now it's Rodeo Drive, let's go Lanvin
Nobody else from London's gone Hollywood
Just Cee or the boy Damson
Twenty bags for the sofa and one lamp
And I got marble floors
I ain't got damp any more
Tom Ford fragrance well pampered
And my passport full
So they can't stamp it
In Dubai and I'm stayin' in Atlantis
I ain't snapped it once
Cause I'm not gassed
I'm front row at the fashion show
Tryna see which model that I wanna fuck next
She watchin' her weight
Cause she doin' campaigns
Tell her, "Ride this dick"
She ain't done enough steps
I see those guys from other side
On a keto diet
Cause they don't get bread
Money don't buy happiness
Cause I'm upset
The more money that you get
Make you give a fuck less

Slow down with the greatness
Gotta take time
Poles out on a bait ting on a date night
They try imitate mine
That's a hate crime
Bro's in the can throwin' hands
That's a cage fight
Big crib and the gate's high
Got the K9
ZK, knife sit right at the waistline
Heard through the grape vine
It don't make wine