MAKA

作曲 : Central Cee/Jake Fridkis/Shairiq Noel/Spencer Harris/Samuel Martin Dimits

[Chorus: Central Cee]

I'm tired, drained, exhausted, knackered

I ball like Shaq when the backboard's shattered

As long as the money and family's patterned

I don't give a **** 'cause that's all that matters

Arabic one, she a blatant gaffer, but she don't think that I know she a badders

We trap, but we should've kicked back, been scammers, I seen bro call and wack that baller

On the stove, cook rolling stones, but the jack boys cream off her moves like Jagger

Think that I poured up too much Macca, my belly is bloated, I ****ed my bladder

Fifty notes, got hella red faces, making her blush, one touch, she's flattered

Please and thank you, remember your manners

I don't even live in a crib, it's a manor

[Verse 1: Central Cee]

Alright (Alright), between me and them, there's a serious gap

I laugh out loud when I hear them brag

I was just like them, I was sharing clothes

Me and bro took turns, I'd share with wads like the back of my hand, got the area mapped

That was crack cocaine, and heroin wraps

It was Cathmore Park where they buried the waps

Now me and them boys got nothin' in com-company

They can't compare me, nothin' ain't similar

Chrome Heart shades on my face, remember the ones that I teefed from the 3D cinema

Should've went collie and not skipped seminar

Bro, pushed weight like cellulite, OT selling like court on sell site

Risk jail time for a cash flow regular

I was only a kid peekin' through the window, and I got gassed when I heard it slap

Go to the club, get paid and cut

They buy tables and get burst off yak

Is it worth all of that to get turf by yats?

For me and my batch, it don't work like that

What you lot hear don't hurt me, so I make sure when I cheat, no words get back

Put them in my shoes, I don't know if them dudes gonna make it through, I don't know if they'll manage

Dressed like skaters, still got my 'nan Condette when I'm wearing Supreme or Palace

I got beef, but I ain't lifting a finger

I make P that can make people vanish

I played FIFA with the fiends in the bando

Shit WiFi had my P'4 lagging

[Chorus: Central Cee]

I'm tired, drained, exhausted, knackered

I ball like Shaq when the backboard's shattered

As long as the money and family's patterned

I don't give a **** 'cause that's all that matters

Arabic one, she a blatant gaffer, but she don't think that I know she a badders

We trap, but we should've kicked back, been scammers, I seen bro call and wack that baller

On the stove, cook rolling stones, but the jack boys cream off her moves like Jagger

Think that I poured up too much Macca, my belly is bloated, I ****ed my bladder

Fifty notes, got hella red faces, making her blush, one touch, she's flattered

Please and thank you, remember your manners

I don't even live in a crib, it's a manor

[Verse 2: A2ANTI]

We got guns and balla

Fine shit came with a friend, I'm not even knowin' which one's badder

Rollin' low, it's ski in the Benz

I'm back on the ends, I feel like Spragga

T-ten zigs, I'm twillin' blems

They don't want that, it's filled with cancer

Filled to the brim, ain't got no space

I ****ed with three, but you bought that bag

Her chest and waist too high, but she got no waist

Why they watchin' man so much while I'm watchin' gyal? I don't think they're straight

Lah, banged that off, make space

He's pushin' his friend like they're havin' a race

P-p-play with suttin', that's safe

The static's loud, and so is the–

And so is the bass

DXB, I'm flyin' Emirates

He would've turned pack, but he got on a plane, ha

Cooked in the brain, he thought he was bad, got took for his chain (Bitch)

Like a [?] in a double-cup tuck

They're askin', "What's that, pink lemonade?"