1. Home
  2. Central Cee
  3. One Up

One Up

Central Cee

Explicit
Uh, they think they got one up on us Don't trust bitches, out of my dogs, there's some I can trust They think they got one up on us That's what they think Got PTSD, nearly done up a fan 'cah they ran up on us (bop, bop, bop) (Lekaa Beats) The fake do a good job blendin' in with the real these days But I still tell the difference Realness get recognition I recognize that from a distance, see it from far (wait) Bare ANPR, told bro Beg you don't smoke weed in the car ('low it) It feels good to see me in the charts I used to hit shots, sell rock, and link in parks (alright) You've been warned, I ring the alarm They talk 'bout the trap, they ain't been in it once Why G got the trench coat on? It's black and long like a Christian nun Tryna locate me a new plate I don't put trust in vintage guns Stop whingin' and go get some money What's wrong with these self-inflicted bums? (Alright) For my livelihood, pushed white in my hood But I don't recommend it, there's no longevity "Central, don't forget me" Money don't make me lose my memory A2 Anti, do man badly Do that gladly I treat every day like a Monday morning I treat every month like a January (uh) They think they got one up on us D-T-B, I don't trust bitches Out of my dogs, there's some I can trust Won't even lie, I got PTSD Nearly done up a fan 'cah they ran up on us I left home when I was fourteen YJ was ten and the man of the house We go from babies straight to men Get some money, relive your childhood Shorty think that I'm childish (why?) Tryna pull down my trousers Rip my nut on my Calvins (Kleins) Out of sight, out of mind We ain't gotta jump out this ride Arm out the window, keep it simple Try hit man off his mountain bike Link up with a ganja farmer Cuttin' down plants, no agriculture Leave it to God, we don't practice obeah Plan it correct, we gon' catch him I can't go broke, that's a no-no Can't all off, that's awkward (awks) My chain cost sixty thousand Cool, that's a club performance (alright) I don't like braggin' I'm a lowlife but I like high fashion Amiri denim, it cost a arm and a leg And a G still saggy And bro still chingy, and bro still trappin' Ying and a yang and I need more balance Baby, I just wanna fuck I'm sorry, I don't wanna meet your parents (nah, uh) They think they got one up on us D-T-B, I don't trust bitches Out of my dogs, there's some I can trust Won't even lie, I got PTSD Nearly done up a fan 'cah they ran up on us I left home when I was fourteen YJ was ten and the man of the house We go from babies straight to men (uh) They think they got one up on us D-T-B, I don't trust bitches Out of my dogs, there's some I can trust Won't even lie, I got PTSD Nearly done up a fan 'cah they ran up on us I left home when I was fourteen YJ was ten and the man of the house We go from babies straight to men --- One Up - Central Cee

Share it


※ Songwriter

Babatope Bello, Oakley Caesar-Su

https://onlyrics.co/en/central-cee/one-up?lang=en

Submitted on November 28, 2022 by Anonymous

Comments

You need to be logged in to write a comment. Please login or register to continue.
Central Cee
The best of
Central Cee

Release Name or Album Name

No More Leaks

Record Label

Central Cee

Release Date

October 14, 2022

Language

language English

Spotify

Listen song in spotify service

Words

Most Popular Words in Songs

left alright fourteen 'cah nearly trust that's with even there's don't bitches like some straight they still home dogs ptsd house money babies when that from won't think done

Analysis

Analytics audio from this song