作曲 : Central Cee/Babatope Bello

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)

(Lekaa Beats)

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

I don’t like braggin’, I’m a low life 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’m sorry I just wanna ****, 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...