American Singer Rapper Songwriter Central Cee comes through with New Hit Tagged “One Up” the sound is amazing kindly stream mp3 Free below
Uh, they think they got one up on us Don’t trust bitches, out all my dargs, 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 ’cause they ran up on us (Baow, baow, baow)
The fake do a good job blending in with the real these days, but I still tell the difference Roaders skip recognition, I recognised 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 been worn out, ringed the alarm They talk ’bout the trap, they ain’t been in it once Wyge 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 winging and go get some money, what’s wrong with these self-inflicted bums? (Alright) For my livelihood, push 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 A2Anti, do man badly, do that gladly (Baow, baow, baow) 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 all my dargs, there’s some I can trust Won’t even lie, I got PTSD Nearly done up a fan ’cause 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 Shawty think that I’m childish (Why?) Tryna pull down my trousers Rip man out of my Calvin’s (Kleins) Out of sight, out of mind We ain’t gotta jump out this ride Unwind the window, keep it simple Try hit man off his mountain bike Link up with the ganja farmer Cuttin’ down plants, no agbrid culture Leave it to God, we don’t practice opia Planet correct, we gon’ catch him (Haha) I can’t go broke, that’s a no-no Can’t fall 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 an arm and a leg, but the jeans still saggin’ Bros still chinging, bros still trapping Yinging and Yanging, I need more balance Baby, I just wanna fuck I’m sorry, I don’t wanna meet your parents
Uh, they think they got one up on us D.T.B, I don’t trust bitches Out all my dargs, there’s some I can trust Won’t even lie, I got PTSD Nearly done up a fan ’cause 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 all my dargs, there’s some I can trust Won’t even lie, I got PTSD Nearly done up a fan ’cause 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