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I got love for the trap, canāt lie ā it paid, But I still get flashbacks, rain and raids. Two in the queue, man move in spades, She wanna know 'bout the life I evade. I donāt flex on broke, I flex on fate, Cah I made it out when the doors werenāt straight. Labels callin', they sendinā the rates, But I donāt sign papers unless itās great. Heart got cold but I keep it neat, Still get bro the box like sweets. Tryna turn pain to a verse on beats, Cah these streets donāt love, they just eat. (Hook) This life chose me, I aināt choose this path, Now Iām tryna turn pain into sound and charts. From the flats to the booth, to the stage, to the graft, Real ones feel this, fake ones laugh.Mumās still workinā, bills aināt light, I was out late tryna dodge blue lights. Love got me scarred, trust got me tight, She said "forever" then switched overnight. Back in the flats with the bros and the packs, Heart full of pain but I still never lack. Lost couple yutes to the roads, no cap, Prayinā to God but Iām holdinā the strap. I gave my all, they gave me stress, Still got love for the ones who left. Still got hate in my chest, no rest, Still tryna turn this pain to a cheque.Safe, my G. I got you now ā no pidgin, just straight UK slang and MLE like Central Cee, talkinā ābout hardship in Nigeria, but with that London drill steeze. All slang straight from Cenchās world: āpengā, ābruddasā, ānuttin longā, ātrynaā, āpatternā, ācahā, āno capā, āsteppinā cleanā, etc. 70 bars, pure shellings: --- Title: āSame Pain, Different Endsā Artist Style: Central Cee (UK Drill, MLE-heavy) Length: 70 Bars --- [Intro ā Spoken] You lot dunno ābout this life, famā¦ Different country, same pain. From West London to West Africaā¦ Real ones relate. --- [Verse ā 70 Bars] Grew up where the sun donāt fix the struggle, No clean tap, man fill from puddles. Bare man broke but they flex with bundles, Tryna mask pain with a laugh or chuckle. Mum worked two jobs, dad just cut, No time for dreams, gotta grind for the gut. Bruddas in Naija still prayinā for luck, But the system rigged, so they stuck in the rut. Bro got a brain, still failed the test, Cah the school donāt teach and the gov donāt check. Bruddas in suits move more like the feds, Take what they want, then they bounce like cheques. No cap, thatās real life stress, Still man wake up, get dressed, no rest. Steppinā out clean in the mess, no less, Gotta look fly even when youāre depressed. My G got talent, man sketched like Banksy, But no one rate him, they move too anti. Said heād blow, now he movinā cranky, Cah ends donāt love you ātil you get fancy. Energy billās mad, and the light don't last, So man charge phones from the gen, thatās gas. Neighbours beefinā, estate's on blast, And feds don't show 'til itās way too fast. Still gotta pattern the flip, No job? Then itās riskinā the whip. Dem man sell dreams with a glitch, Talk big game but they move like snitch. No handouts, man made do, Turned one pair creps to a money move. Man see flash, then they duck like whoosh, Bruddas in stress, canāt trust no crew. Sheās peng but her rent got her stressinā, Smile on her face but the painās suppressinā. Said she love God but the streetās temptinā, Still move cold, got her morals pending. Youth on the block donāt get no peace, Bare sirens, all noise, no release. Tryna make Ps but the path ain't neat, So they roll with the tool, thatās just how they eat. No dreams of the mic, man dream 'bout flights, Out this place where the days turn nights. Where the air too thick and the vibes aināt right, But the spiritās strong and the youts still fight. Seen bruddas switch for a little more clout, Ends get hot, then they move down south. Grew up round pain, canāt lie or doubt, If you talk too much, theyāll lock that mouth. I aināt been there, but I feel that pain, Got bruddas in the field, still playinā that game. Say theyāre calm, but they move insane, Real ones hurt, but they never complain. Same whip, same trackie for a week straight, Still look fly when they jump that gate. Dreaminā ābout shows and the tour bus weight, But the path aināt smooth, gotta dodge that fate. Man talk tough, but their heart ain't in it, One bad move, then the feds start spinninā. Still got faith, cah the soul ain't timid, Bruddas got dreams, canāt fake that spirit. --- [Outro ā Spoken] You can change the ends, But the pain still cuts the same, innit? Naija or ends, Itās the same war, just different terrain. Pattern up. Stay safe. --- Let me know if you want a hook, ad-libs, or even a drill beat reference for this. We can flesh this into a full banger worthy of a real Central Cee set.
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I got love for the trap, canāt lie ā it paid, But I still get flashbacks, rain and raids. Two in the queue, man move in spades, She wanna know 'bout the life I evade. I donāt flex on broke, I flex on fate, Cah I made it out when the doors werenāt straight. Labels callin', they sendinā the rates, But I donāt sign papers unless itās great. Heart got cold but I keep it neat, Still get bro the box like sweets. Tryna turn pain to a verse on beats, Cah these streets donāt love, they just eat. (Hook) This life chose me, I aināt choose this path, Now Iām tryna turn pain into sound and charts. From the flats to the booth, to the stage, to the graft, Real ones feel this, fake ones laugh.Mumās still workinā, bills aināt light, I was out late tryna dodge blue lights. Love got me scarred, trust got me tight, She said "forever" then switched overnight. Back in the flats with the bros and the packs, Heart full of pain but I still never lack. Lost couple yutes to the roads, no cap, Prayinā to God but Iām holdinā the strap. I gave my all, they gave me stress, Still got love for the ones who left. Still got hate in my chest, no rest, Still tryna turn this pain to a cheque.Safe, my G. I got you now ā no pidgin, just straight UK slang and MLE like Central Cee, talkinā ābout hardship in Nigeria, but with that London drill steeze. All slang straight from Cenchās world: āpengā, ābruddasā, ānuttin longā, ātrynaā, āpatternā, ācahā, āno capā, āsteppinā cleanā, etc. 70 bars, pure shellings: --- Title: āSame Pain, Different Endsā Artist Style: Central Cee (UK Drill, MLE-heavy) Length: 70 Bars --- [Intro ā Spoken] You lot dunno ābout this life, famā¦ Different country, same pain. From West London to West Africaā¦ Real ones relate. --- [Verse ā 70 Bars] Grew up where the sun donāt fix the struggle, No clean tap, man fill from puddles. Bare man broke but they flex with bundles, Tryna mask pain with a laugh or chuckle. Mum worked two jobs, dad just cut, No time for dreams, gotta grind for the gut. Bruddas in Naija still prayinā for luck, But the system rigged, so they stuck in the rut. Bro got a brain, still failed the test, Cah the school donāt teach and the gov donāt check. Bruddas in suits move more like the feds, Take what they want, then they bounce like cheques. No cap, thatās real life stress, Still man wake up, get dressed, no rest. Steppinā out clean in the mess, no less, Gotta look fly even when youāre depressed. My G got talent, man sketched like Banksy, But no one rate him, they move too anti. Said heād blow, now he movinā cranky, Cah ends donāt love you ātil you get fancy. Energy billās mad, and the light don't last, So man charge phones from the gen, thatās gas. Neighbours beefinā, estate's on blast, And feds don't show 'til itās way too fast. Still gotta pattern the flip, No job? Then itās riskinā the whip. Dem man sell dreams with a glitch, Talk big game but they move like snitch. No handouts, man made do, Turned one pair creps to a money move. Man see flash, then they duck like whoosh, Bruddas in stress, canāt trust no crew. Sheās peng but her rent got her stressinā, Smile on her face but the painās suppressinā. Said she love God but the streetās temptinā, Still move cold, got her morals pending. Youth on the block donāt get no peace, Bare sirens, all noise, no release. Tryna make Ps but the path ain't neat, So they roll with the tool, thatās just how they eat. No dreams of the mic, man dream 'bout flights, Out this place where the days turn nights. Where the air too thick and the vibes aināt right, But the spiritās strong and the youts still fight. Seen bruddas switch for a little more clout, Ends get hot, then they move down south. Grew up round pain, canāt lie or doubt, If you talk too much, theyāll lock that mouth. I aināt been there, but I feel that pain, Got bruddas in the field, still playinā that game. Say theyāre calm, but they move insane, Real ones hurt, but they never complain. Same whip, same trackie for a week straight, Still look fly when they jump that gate. Dreaminā ābout shows and the tour bus weight, But the path aināt smooth, gotta dodge that fate. Man talk tough, but their heart ain't in it, One bad move, then the feds start spinninā. Still got faith, cah the soul ain't timid, Bruddas got dreams, canāt fake that spirit. --- [Outro ā Spoken] You can change the ends, But the pain still cuts the same, innit? Naija or ends, Itās the same war, just different terrain. Pattern up. Stay safe. --- Let me know if you want a hook, ad-libs, or even a drill beat reference for this. We can flesh this into a full banger worthy of a real Central Cee set.
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