CRG

CRG (Explicit) - Central Cee/Dave

Lyrics by：Central Cee/Dave/PALE1080/blindforlove/Frank Moses

Composed by：Central Cee/Dave/PALE1080/blindforlove/Frank Moses

Produced by：PALE1080/blindforlove/Frank Moses/Arthur Bean

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 throwing hands that's a cage fight

Big crib and the gates high got the canine

ZK knife sit right on the waistline

Heard through the grapevine 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 hating they say that I got favourites

Paid but I got payments upon payments

I'm in pain but I'm not blaming I'm just saying

And my bro's blood thirsty he's got cravings

If he lean out the window he's not aiming

Remember hearing the door knock and it's bailiffs

Now it's acres I ain't even got neighbours

40000 square feet off of this pain

Look at me I got heart acres

You 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 a private jet and the pilots telling me jokes

Sellin me land

I'm driving on a ban

True say I got disqualifications

Asking 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 throwing hands that's a cage fight

Big crib and the gates high got the canine

ZK knife sit right on the waistline

Heard through the grapevine 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 hating they say that I got favourites

Paid but I got payments upon payments

I'm in pain but I'm not blaming I'm just saying

And my bro's blood thirsty he's got cravings

If he lean out the window he's not aiming

Remember hearing the door knock and it's bailiffs

Now it's acres I ain't even got neighbours