Central Cee - Billion Streams Freestyle (Lyrics)

Central Cee - Billion Streams Freestyle (Lyrics) Subscribe here: Follow us on Spotify: Stream: ➡️ Join Our Discord: ➥ Become a fan of Rap City: ➥ Central Cee: @centralcee Subscribe now 🔔 ✗ 📲 Connect with me: ✗ Submit & Contact 🔻 📧: aron@ #CentralCee #BolideNoir #BillionStreamsFreestyle #rap #city 🎵 Lyrics: Said that my bitch was gay, got a billion streams, I’m a mainstream rapper He shot coke in SoHo House, my brodie a mainstream trapper Come around us and get deaded, they fuck for free, we don’t pay these badders Don’t get it confused, it’s ninety percent grind, ten percent talent I wanna get paid and stay out the way, so what’s with all of the chattin’? If I’m feelin’ sad, then how do the opps feel? Bro, I can only imagine I’m somehow still not used to the lifestyle, but I’m slowly adaptin’ I’m plannin’ the exit route, I ain’t tryna be thirty years old and rappin’ Call me a cheat but I own up to it, so you can’t call me a liar I never took drugs, all I did was sell them, so you can’t call me a buyer If I die before I get rich, you can call me broke, but at least I tried I’m not the type to hide my emotion, even though I’m a G, I cry There’s pros and cons to the life that I live, so I may never find a companion I’m too rich to go back and forth with a bitch ’bout a misunderstandin’ And I’m too rich to go back and forth with the opps, they don’t get a reaction I came from the trenches, now I’m expensive, hittin’ a bitch from the Hamptons Remember the times when the line weren’t ringing, I never had nobody callin’ Like eight in the mornin’, police storm in, they’re not gonna give you a warnin’ I’m missin’ the times I would walk down Shoreditch without fans recordin’ The first time that I stepped in a bando, bro, I was only a school kid We’re growin’ up quick in the part that I come from, runnin’ around like orphans I was fourteen havin’ sex, no condom, thinking about an abortion My dad was homeless with four children, he can’t even afford them I love that man, but I can’t remember the last time I even saw him I think I need spiritual cleansing, I think I need a honourable mention For everythin’ I did for the ends and, the things that I did for the mandem, uh Bae, don’t die for your BBL, I don’t even find it attractive My hair ain’t done, if I take off my hat, this bitch might think I’m a catfish I ain’t flawless, I been through traumas, baby, of course I’m foolish But I’m not stupid, I moved mum out the hood before I went jewellers I went OT on New Year’s Eve, I never came back till August I sat in a trap with a crackhead smokin’ crack and it made me nauseous, huh I got zero trust, broad day robbery’s regular here Civilians watch and don’t do nothin’, it might get long if a hero come Which one, fear or love? I think ’bout bro and start tearin’ up All of the opps are broke and rubbed, I want them dead but that’s near enough