| 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 'til a man's on- |
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| Let's reignite that flame |
| I fucked 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 |
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| 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? 'Cause we all got ice and blades |
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| 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 Fs, 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 fuck, I don't try persuade |
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| 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 |
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| 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 'til a man's on- |
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| 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 |
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| 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 |
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| 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 |
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| 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 |
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| 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 'til a man's on- |
| Central Cee |
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