5 Star

歌手: Central Cee • 专辑:CAN'T RUSH GREATNESS • 发布时间:2025-01-24
作曲 : Maik Reinicke/Jonas Gunnes Gumdal
 If you got what it takes, I’ll take it
 This shit took ages
 Should know that you can’t rush greatness
 But you’re too impatient
 One million views ain’t famous
 I need me a crib no neighbours, mad
 I need me a thousand acres
 Can't wait till a mans on-
 Let’s reignite that flame
 I ****ed some hoes they ain’t quite the same
 I’ve got more money than all of my elders
 Even though they are twice my age
 I just reunited with some of the killys
 I gotta remind ‘em that life has changed
 Previously it was crime that paid
 But now I get by in a righteous way
 Push bike time I would ride in the rain
 Now I’m taking a flight for the climate change
 Long haul flight and I’m flying commercial
 If I’m in Europe it’s private planes
 You seen what happened to PnB Rock?
 I can’t even wine and dine these days
 We got something in common with hockey
 Why? Cos we all got ice and blades
 I felt like a prick when I went to the Brits
 And they gave the award to a guy called Aitch
 I had my acceptance speech prepared
 Like long live F’s, I’m going insane
 And free all the guys inside of the cage
 I need a bitch that’s boujee
 And don’t give bruddas the time of day
 If they don't wanna ****, I don't try persuade
 I look in the mirror and big up myself
 I'm feeling myself, I'm kind of vain
 I don’t think that these guys relate
 They‘ve never experienced this type of pain
 Claustrophobic, I’m feeling stressed
 I can't find the exit, life's a maze
 Pinch myself, I feel like I’m dreaming
 But I’m not asleep, I’m wide awake
 If you got what it takes, I’ll take it
 This shit took ages
 Should know that you can’t rush greatness
 But you’re too impatient
 One million views ain’t famous
 I need me a crib no neighbours, mad
 I need me a thousand acres
 Can't wait till a mans on-
 Remember the meals were microwaved
 Now my private chef is asking
 How do I like my steak
 Now my drivers wage is 200 racks a year
 I got private plates
 I never had nowhere to go
 Sometimes I'd spend a whole night on train
 Now the crib so big I just hired a maid
 The opps ain’t making it out of the hood
 I can find out where my rivals stay
 I see blue lights in the distance
 Is it police, ambulance or fire brigade
 My eyes dilated the line vibrating
 It’s 4 in the morning, my grind insane
 I know the pagans are aggravated
 I got the whole gang on a wider stage
 Five years in and I’m still the same
 Can’t say that I’ve changed despite the fame
 The jack boys tryna find a stain
 If they’re in the club, then hide your chain
 I know the opps got sticks as well
 But the guns we bought got wider range
 They can’t keep my name out their mouth
 Sus, they actually might be
 Look, my family stay out the way
 When they see the camera, they hide their face
 CRG I quite like this pace
 Back out the rod and bite the bait
 We get on our grind and hibernate
 They go on the net, start typing hate
 At the end of the day when my time does come
 They’ll write my name alongside the greats
 If you got what it takes, I’ll take it
 You ready for another spoiler?
 This shit took ages
 I've always been a man of bold predictions
 Should know that you can’t rush greatness
 And I'm predicting that this guy right here
 But you’re too impatient
 Star in the making
 One million views ain’t famous
 Coming out of West London
 I need me a crib no neighbours, mad
 Some of you may know the name
 I need me a thousand acres
 But for those who don't
 It's my guy
 Can't wait till a mans on-
 Central Cee
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