"MAKA" lyrics

[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 fuck '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 Maka'
My belly is bloated, I fucked 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

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 common
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

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 fuck '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 Maka'
My belly is bloated, I fucked 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

[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 fucked with three, but you bought that bag
Her chest too high, but she got no waist
Why they watchin' man so much while I'm watchin' gyal?
I-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 somethin' that's safe
The hash is high, and so the states
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 Tucson double-cup tuck
They're askin', "What's that, pink lemonade?"