TopFreestyle

Top Freestyle (Explicit) - Central Cee

Lyrics by：Central Cee/Charley Mason

Composed by：Central Cee/Charley Mason

Produced by：Mason Beats

Uh it's lonely at the top

Lot of people are watching and want me to flop

I'm telling the kids

If I can do it then anyone can 'cause I came from none

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 shaderoom

Anything 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 sixteen

Witnessing that at that age was wrong

Detached myself from every emotion

Hoping I'll get my paper long

One brick phone one iPhone no sim

Listening to the same old song

I'm jumping 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 ******* 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

Delivering food direct to your door

You can leave a review like Deliveroo

Sticks outside for a special occasion

Nank on hip that's everyday ****

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

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 ***** and I see pound signs

Plus one thousand aura even if I don't talk

They'll feel our vibe

Label execs don't care if we're murderers

Long as your catalogue bringing in revenue