MAKA

Music: 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?"